This account of the adventures of two young men in the days of '46 gives rare insight into the early pioneer and emigrant time, adn teh opening up of our western country before it became civilized. It gives the experiences of a part of English and American gentlemen who crossed the continent for the pure pleasure of discovery and exploration. This book gives a close view of the prairie in all its beauty and dangers, the picturesqueness and idiosyncrasies of the motley group.
d enlivened by a multitude of birds. We overtook on the way our late fellow-travelers, the Kansas Indians, who, adorned with all their finery, were proceeding homeward at a round pace; and whatever they might have seemed on board the boat, they made a very striking and picturesque feature in the forest landscape.
Westport was full of Indians, whose little shaggy ponies were tied by dozens along the houses and fences. Sacs and Foxes, with shaved heads and painted faces, Shawanoes and Delawares, fluttering in calico frocks, and turbans, Wyandottes dressed like white men, and a few wretched Kansas wrapped in old blankets, were strolling about the streets, or lounging in and out of the shops and houses.
As I stood at the door of the tavern, I saw a remarkable looking person coming up the street. He had a ruddy face, garnished with the stumps of a bristly red beard and mustache; on one side of his head was a round cap with a knob at the top, such as Scottish laborers sometimes wear; his coat