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not deigning to turn his head or grunt out a good bye, and 
this was the last of the Camanches. 
The knowing ones predicted trouble from this man, whom 
they said was revengeful and treacherous. We kept a good 
look out for him, however, and were constantly on the alert, 
as we had been during our stay in that wild spot. 
August 26th.—The weather was still intensely hot— 
averaging one hundred and six degrees in the shade—and as 
the twenty-seventh was Sunday, the Captain determined to 
commence his survey on Monday, the twenty-cighth; the 
party was consequently busy all day in preparations, and 
those of us who had the opportunity, kept as quiet as pos- 
sible, as the most discreet plan under such a sun. 
I thought we had done with the Camanches, but was 
mistaken, Towards evening one made his appearance in the 
distance, and proved to be Naroni; but oh, how changed from 
the Naroni of the council-fire. Dressed in an old torn vest, 
breech-cloth and leggins, with a shabby straw hat upon his 
head, his buffalo tail, medallions and uniform laid aside, the 
little man looked smaller still, and miserably forlorn. He 
had shot two bucks, and came to barter the carcases for corn. 
Lounging around for a time, and finding no trade, he rode off, 
and we saw no more of him. 
August 27th.—Sunday, intensely hot, and a general quiet 
reigning in our camp. 
Shifting their homes so constantly as these Nomades of 
