Accordingly he departed, and shortly we were honored by a visit.
*Bokke* and her daughter were announced, and a pair of prettier savages I never saw.

They were very clean; their hair was worn short, like that of all the women of the country, and plastered with red ochre and fat so as to look like vermilion; their faces were slightly tattooed on the cheeks and temples, and they sat down on the many-colored carpet with great surprise, and stared at the first white man and woman they had ever seen.

We gave them both a number of necklaces of red and blue beads, and I secured Bokke's portrait in my sketch-book, obtaining a very correct likeness.

She told us that Mahommed Her's men were very bad people; that they had burned and plundered one of her villages; and that one of the Latookas who had been wounded in the fight by a bullet had just died, and they were to dance for him to-morrow; if we would like to we could attend.

She asked many questions; among others, how many wives I had, and was astonished to hear that I was contented with one.
This seemed to amuse her immensely, and she laughed heartily with her daughter at the idea.