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him in his forehead. This double attention he had most 

 likely owed to his conspicuonsness. Judging from the size of 

 the corpse, the Indian had probably been the tallest man 

 in the group. Certainly he was the biggest Apache I had 

 ever seen ; doubtless also a distinguished warrior, for all 

 his trappings were unusually handsome. His leggings and 

 bowstring-guard were hung with Mexican silver buttons. 

 A gorget of thin silver plate, shaped like a half-moon, 

 hung at his throat ; and two large buckskin plaques de- 

 pending from a string round his neck one in front over his 

 chest, the other behind over his shoulders were covered 

 with figure writing, hieroglyph ically setting forth his great 

 exploits. On his head he carried the plume that denoted 

 chieftainship, and he was the most hideously-painted object 

 possible. A line down the middle of his face divided it 

 into two, one half was coal-black, the other as red as 

 vermilion could make it ; and his ribs were all painted 

 white, giving his body a skeleton-like appearance. He was 

 evidently a most distinguished personage, arid may have 

 been the leader of the party; if so, his sudden fall at the 

 first fire had without doubt added greatly to their panic and 

 demoralisation. 



Pah-Squal stepped up to the body, and turning it over 

 contemptuously with his foot, shook his clenched hand at 

 it; and, speaking for our benefit in what he considered 



plain white man's talk, exclaimed : " Muncho C jo. 



Pinala no mas you kilee Apache- Yumayas." Then he ex- 

 plained that the party of Indians we had attacked were 

 his enemies, and indignantly demanded why he and his 

 companions had not been allowed to take a share in the 



