One an old man, the other in the prime of life.
The first white-headed, wrinkled, and with traces of a life spent in action.
He presented an appearance at once striking and picturesque as he stood beneath the shade of a tall palm tree.
His dress was half Indian, half hunter.
A buckskin shirt, leggings, and moccasins richly worked with beads; a wampum belt crossed his shoulder; a scarlet blanket hung at his back, its folds displaying a figure which, in its youth, must have been superb.
It still showed, in the broad chest and powerful limbs, almost its pristine strength.
Upon his head he wore a band of bead-work, in which were stuck three wing feathers of the war-eagle.
His face was full of dignity and calm repose.
It was Oluski, the Seminole chief.
His companion was no less remarkable.