The column of the tribesmen came on toward us fearlessly, as though they neither dreaded us nor indeed recognized us.

They made a long calvacade, two hundred horses or more, with many travaux and dogs trailing on behind.

They were all clad in their native finery, seemingly hearty and well fed, and each as arrogant as a king.

They passed us contemptuously, with not a sidelong glance.
In advance of the head men who rode foremost in the column were three or four young women, bearing long lance shafts decorated with feathers and locks of human hair, the steel tips shining gray in the sun.

These young women, perhaps not squires or heralds of the tribe, but wives of one or more of the head men, were decorated with brass and beads and shining things, their hair covered with gauds, their black eyes shining too, though directed straight ahead.