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cartridges for my rifle and revolver, my keys, and 

 a few strings of beads, v^hich latter I divided 

 between her and the man who gave her to me. 



The whole village now crowded round me, and 

 my dress as well as my arms attracted great atten- 

 tion. Although they seemed peacefully inclined, 

 I thought it as well to give them a taste of my 

 quality, andf impress them with a wholesome fear 

 of my capabilities of doing mischief in case I was 

 provoked, so setting one of their black earthen 

 cooking-pots on the shaft of a spear against a tree, 

 I discharged all the chambers of one of my re- 

 volvers at it, and shattered it to pieces. During 

 this exhibition they looked on in silent wonder, 

 and it evidently impressed them with an idea that 

 my supernatural power was unlimited; but I 

 quieted all their apprehensions by returning the 

 aim to my belt, shaking hands .with those who 

 were nearest to me, and caressing my little ^ro%ee, 

 who had evidently quite resigned herself to the 

 situation, for she commenced pulling me about in 

 the most unsophisticated and decidedly familiar 

 manner* 



