The Indian Village.
A week later the table top of the hill over-looking the settlement presented a changed picture.
It was one of active life.
The naked poles, formerly standing there, had disappeared, and comfortable Indian dwellings—wigwams—were in their place.
At the doors of several were planted lances and spears, with plumes and pennons depending from them.
These were the residences of the chiefs.
In the centre of the group was a large building, which was carefully, almost elaborately constructed, and which far o’ertopped over the others.
It was the council house of the tribe.
Around the doors of their respective dwellings, the owners might be seen engaged in every variety of employment or peaceful idleness. Children frolicked in the presence of their parents, and dusky maidens, in twos and threes, loitered up and down the main street or avenue.
At one of the doors an interesting group seemed rapt in attention at the recital of a story that was being told by an aged chief.