J. H. Ingraham,
The South-West, by a Yankee. In Two Volumes…
“ Near them a knot of embryo chiefs were gamboling in all the glorious freedom of "sans culottes". At a little distance, half concealed by huge baskets apparently just unstrapped from their backs, filled with the motley paraphernalia of an Indian lady's wardrobe, sat, cross-legged, a score of dark-eyed, brown-skinned girls and women, laughing and talking in [Pg 26] their soft, childish language, as merrily as any ladies would have done, whose "lords" lay thus supine at their feet. ”
