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dren, and the tiny baby. All fear had vanished, 
and they seemed certain that no harm was likely to 
come to them. 
The man was a good-looking, strongly built na¬ 
tive with fine honest eyes. The women were comely 
and the children positively handsome. I have never 
seen such a healthy, fine-eyed, well-built assortment 
of childhood, ranging all the way from three 
months up to eight or nine years of age. He was 
the president of the Anti-Race Suicide Club. We 
gave them all presents—beads to the children and 
brass wire to the women. We also made up a little 
fund of rupees for the baby, although money 
seemed to mean nothing to any of them. They had 
never seen white men before and probably knew 
nothing of metal money. Beads and brass wire were 
the only currency they knew. We tried to photo¬ 
graph them, but the shades in the forest were deep 
and the light too was bad for successful pictures. 
Little by little we got their story. 
There was warfare between the forest people and 
the savage Kara Mojas to the north. Neither side 
could ever tell when a band of the foe would swoop 
down upon them, killing the men, stealing the sheep 
and seizing the women. Only a few months before 
one of the Kara Mojas had come in and stolen some 
sheep and in return our Wanderobo friend had 
sallied forth, killed the Kara Moja, and captured 
his wife. It was the latter who was now the mother 
of the little baby, and she seemed quite reconciled to 
the change. 
