They were followed by musicians, who beat their drums, and rattled shell instruments at irregular times, as they advanced.

They came to the grave, lifted the body on its blanket from the bier of evergreens and flowers, and slowly lowered it.

The old chief stood stoical and silent, his eye fixed on the star in the darkening shadows.
The face of Benjamin was noble and beautiful in its death-sleep.

Over it were two black eagle's plumes.

The deep black hair lay loosely about the high, bronze forehead; there was an expression of benevolence in the compressed lips, and the helpless hands seemed like a picture as they lay crossed on each other.
As soon as the body was laid in the earth, the old chief bent his face on the people.