The folds of the tent were open, and the cool winds came in from the Columbia, under the dim light of the moon and stars.
The _tepee_, or tent, was made of skins, and was adorned with picture-writing--Indian poetry (if so it might be called).

Overhead were clusters of beautiful feathers and wings of birds.

The old chief loved to tell her stories of these strange and beautiful wings.

There were the wings of the condor, of the bald and the golden eagle, of the duck-hawk, pigeon-hawk, squirrel-hawk, of the sap-sucker, of the eider duck, and a Zenaider-like dove.

Higher up were long wings of swans and albatrosses, heads of horned owls, and beaks of the laughing goose.