The music of the drum and the shee-shee-qua accompanied their death-song, which they were chaunting.

They wore no paint, no ornaments--their countenances were grave and thoughtful.

It might well be a serious moment to them, for they knew but little of the customs of the whites, and that little was not such as to inspire cheerfulness.
Only their Father's assurance that they should receive strict justice, would probably have induced them to comply with the engagements of the nation in this manner.
The remainder of the procession was made up of a long train of Winnebagoes, all decked out in their holiday garb.
The chiefs approached and shook hands with the gentlemen, who stood ready to receive their greeting.

Then the prisoners came forward, and went through the same salutation with the officers.

When they offered their hands to their Father, he declined.
"No," said he.