War Bonnet

He was naked except for a short war-bonnet and breech-clout, his face and chest glistening with ochre and vermillion, at his waist were strapped two long-barrelled Colts, a stone axe hung from his decorated saddle-blanket, and he carried a feathered lance. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

His leggings and jacket were red, and he carried a short war-bonnet in his hand. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

Red Cloud was getting to his feet, his face a grim mask; as he raised a hand to the assembly and faced the commission, silence fell again; he pushed back the trailing gorgeous wings of his war-bonnet and fixed us with his gleaming black eyes. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

As he rode up to Anson Mills, I noticed young Standing Bear in war-bonnet and leggings, with lance and carbine, at the head of one of the lines; I beckoned him to the tailboard and asked him what was up. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

There was a chief in a war-bonnet who seemed to be haranguing them; presently he lifted his lance and howled, and the whole crowd came in like banshees, stirrup to stirrup, straight for the gate. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

He alone had no war-bonnet or feathers, or anything but a coloured shirt; he was young and wiry, lean-faced and lank-haired and without paint-but with those eyes he didn't need any. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

Why, the last time I'd seen him he'd been in breech-clout and war-bonnet, all smeared with buffalo blood ... now he was rumbling on in Sioux, and I was struggling to identify those sonorous vowels, dredging words from the back of my mind. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)

Their chief, a splendid old file with silver dollars in his braids, and a war-bonnet of feathers trailing to his heels, raised his head to me; he had a chin and nose like the prow of a cruiser, and furrows in his cheeks you could have planted crops in. ❋ Estelle Bruno (2010)