I could make almost nothing of
what they said, and when I called George to interpret for me they
seemed not to want to talk.
Taking out my kodaks I set about securing a few photographs.
Already the old women were beginning to prepare for the feast they
were to have. Two large black pots that stood on three legs were
set out, and one of the women went into the tent and brought out a
burning brand to light the fire under them. Soon interest was
centred in the pots. I had a little group ranged up in front of
one of the wigwams, when the lady in purple, whose attention for a
time had been turned to the preparations for the feast, seeing what
was taking place came swiftly across and placed herself in the very
centre of the group. All apparently understood what was being done
and were anxious to be in the picture.
During the stay at camp I saw little sign of attempt at
ornamentation. The moccasins and skin clothing I saw were
unadorned. There was but the one black and red _tuque_ with
braided band, and the chief's daughter alone wore the beaded band
on her hair, which was arranged as that of the women in the
Montagnais camp. One woman coveted a sweater I wore.
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