The rider himself, in a new flannel shirt, buckskin trousers, high boots, and wide-brimmed hat, caressed the pony's nose, making friends with the animal.
The triumphant halloo of thirty buckskin lungs was heard, as—much nearer to the ship than the place of the imaginary jet, less than a mile ahead—Moby Dick bodily burst into view!
The chief was garmented in full native costume — a buckskin suit, beaded moccasins, headband of owl's and eagle's feathers, and ornaments hammered from coin silver that literally covered his coat and leggings.
There was a new charcoal smudge Oliver one knee of his ten cotton trousers he wore assured inside the red and black check shirt and buckskin moccasins that made his big feet looked like shapeless.