and so they were. first of all walked teshumai tewindrow and the neolithic ladies, tightly holding on to the stranger-man, whose hair was full of mud (although he was a tewara). behind them came the head chief, the vice-chief, the deputy and assistant chiefs (all armed to the upper teeth), the hetmans and heads of hundreds, platoffs with their platoons, and dolmans with their detachments; woons, neguses, and akhoonds ranking in the rear (still armed to the teeth). behind them was the tribe in hierarchical order, from owners of four caves (one for each season), a private reindeer-run, and two salmon-leaps, to feudal and prognathous villeins, semi-entitled to half a bearskin of winter nights, seven yards from the fire, and adscript serfs, holding the reversion of a scraped marrow-bone under heriot (aren’t those beautiful words, best beloved?).