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Indians. Each night we campctl on a sand-hank. 

 I saw no orchids, the land being too flat; but on 

 the third day we passed many tracks of the Indians, 

 and some abandoned huts. About mid-day, as we 

 suddenly made a curve in the river, a shower of 



CAMP OX RIVER OPOX. 



arrows whistled past us and fell far ahead ; they had 

 been aimed too high and shot with too much force. 

 In the direction the arrows came from we saw nothing', 

 — not even a rustling of the foliage. We fired several 

 times into the bush, and proceeded more cautiously. 

 My companions would have turned back, some of 

 them becoming afraid, but an unconquerable curiosity 

 possessed me to see what there was in the way of 



