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them. The moment, however, that I turned my 

 camera upon them they scattered like leaves 

 before the wind. My friend the policeman en- 

 deavored to persuade them to return, but to no 

 avail. They believed the camera lens an evil 

 eye. A half mile below, however, at a trader's 

 store, three young women, dressed in their finest, 

 asked me to photograph them, and I did so. 

 Their request, of course, was by signs. The fear 

 of the camera, so noticeable among the older 

 women, was not generally shared by the younger 

 ones. Nor did the men as a rule object to be- 

 ing photographed. On the contrary, the younger 

 men were usually quite desirous of posing for 

 me. 



Bill had exhibited so many indications of be- 

 coming leg weary that I had resolved to trade 

 him off at the first opportunity for a larger ani- 

 mal. With this in view I made some strenuous 

 endeavors at Fort Apache to effect a trade, ex- 

 patiating, with John's help, upon Billy's beauty 

 and accomplishments, but every would-be trader 

 laughed when he saw Bill, with hanging under 

 lip and pompadour bang and mane. No one 

 would consider a trade after one look at the 

 little beast. They seemed to consider the sug- 

 gestion a rare joke, though John and I with 

 serious faces resented their attitude, and John 



