His shoulders, too, were striped with red paint, and feathers were intertwined with his mane and tail, while the bridle was decorated with various jingling ornaments.
Vaulting upon his steed, with a large fan of wild goose and turkey feathers in one hand, and a whip dangling at the wrist of the other, this incomparable dandy sallied forth for a promenade--that being his chief delight when there was no buffalo hunting to be done.

Other men who were not dandies sharpened their knives, smoked, feasted, and mended their spears and arrows at such seasons of leisure, or played at athletic games.

"Let's follow my buck," said Joe Blunt.
"Oui.

Come 'long," replied Henri, striding after the rider at a pace that almost compelled his comrades to run.
"Hold on!" cried Dick, laughing; "we don't want to keep him company.

A distant view is quite enough o' sich a chap as that." "Mais you forgit I cannot see far." "So much the better," remarked Joe; "it's my opinion we've seen enough o' him.