of as terrifically looking countenances as ever gleamed on human forms.  This sudden illumination, with its accompanying accessories, had the effect to startle all the white spectators, though Peter looked on the whole with a calm like that of the leafless tree, when the cold is at its height, and the currents of the wintry air are death-like still Nothing appeared to move him, whether expected or not; though use had probably accustomed his eye to all the aspects in which savage ingenuity could offer savage forms.  He even smiled, as he made a gesture of recognition, which seemed to salute the whole group.  It was just then, when the fire burned brightest, and when the chiefs pressed most within its influence, that le Bourdon perceived that his old acquaintances, the head-men of the Pottawattamies, were present, among the other chiefs so strangely and portentously assembled in these grounds, which he had so long possessed almost entirely to himself.

A few of the oldest of the chiefs now approached Peter, and a low conversation took place between them.  What was said did not reach le Bourdon, of course; for it was not even heard in the dark circle of savages who surrounded the fire.  The effect of this secret dialogue, however, was to cause all the chiefs to be seated, each taking his place on the grass; the whole preserving the original circle around the fire.  Fortunately, for the wishes of le Bourdon, Peter and his companions took their stations directly opposite to his own seat, thus enabling him to watch every lineament of that remarkable chief’s still more remarkable countenance.  Unlike each and all of the red men around him, the face of Peter was not painted, except by the tints imparted by nature; which, in his case, was that of copper a little tarnished, or rendered dull by the action of the atmosphere.  The bee-hunter could distinctly trace every lineament; nor was the dark roving eye beyond the reach of his own vision.  Some attention was given to the fire, too, one of the younger chiefs occasionally throwing on it a few dried sticks, more to keep alive the flame, and to renew the light, than from any need of warmth.  One other purpose, however, this fire did answer; that of enabling the young chiefs to light the pipes that were now prepared; it seldom occurring that the chiefs thus assembled without smoking around their council-fire.

As this smoking was just then more a matter of ceremony than for any other purpose, a whiff or two suffices for each chief; the smoker passing the pipe to his neighbor as soon as he had inhaled a few puffs.  The Indians are models of propriety, in their happiest moods, and every one in that dark and menacing circle was permitted to have his turn with the pipe, before any other step was taken.  There were but two pipes lighted, and mouths being numerous, some time was necessary in order to complete this ceremony.  Still, no sign of impatience was seen, the lowest