WITH THE BLUECOATS OX THE BORDER. 



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with painted faces and in all sorts of grotesque costumes, is 

 already moving out to help search the jungle for the hiding 

 wretches. Without further delay the men tumble into the 

 wagons and are pulled out on the prairie. 



At dawn next morning, accompanying the commandant, we 

 drive out to the scene of the hunt, for veritable hunt it is, and 

 that after the noblest of all game — human beings imaged like 

 ourselves. Where a high bluff overhangs for miles a wide mo- 

 rass, a thick, almost impenetrable jungle of dwarf willows, so 



THE CAPTIVES. 



