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of means and leisure, these artists, and 

 were making the trip for the fish, game, 

 scenery and excitement and everything, in 

 fact, that was in the adventure. I was 

 merely their hired guide. 



This second morning out, the Indians 

 poor slaves, perhaps, from the first, cer- 

 tainly not warriors with any spirit in them 

 began to sulk. They had risen early and 

 kept hovering together and talking, or, 

 rather, making signs in the gloomiest sort 

 of fashion. We had hard work to get them 

 to do anything at all, and even after break- 

 fast was ready they packed up without 

 tasting food. 



The air was ugly, for that region hot, 

 heavy, and without light or life. It was 

 what in some parts of South America they 

 call "earthquake weather." Eren the 

 horses sulked as we mounted; but the mule 

 shot ahead through the brush at one*, and 

 this induced the ponies to follow. 



The Englishmen thought the Indians 

 and horses were only tired from the day 



