Through the heart of Patagonia . ffthe face of the earth. Some one has written : Oppression and the sword slay fast,Thy breath kills slowly but at last, and it is certainly a terrible truth in this connection. I can call to mind two Indians, whom I saw ride up to a bolichenear Santa Cruz. They offered a contrast to one another whichit is not easy to forget. The first was an Indian with a close-shutmouth and the dark and ponderous dignity of the big Tehuelche,His gear was richly studded with silver, and his saddle coveredwith embroidered cloths. His head was bare, save that his browswere bound
Through the heart of Patagonia . ffthe face of the earth. Some one has written : Oppression and the sword slay fast,Thy breath kills slowly but at last, and it is certainly a terrible truth in this connection. I can call to mind two Indians, whom I saw ride up to a bolichenear Santa Cruz. They offered a contrast to one another whichit is not easy to forget. The first was an Indian with a close-shutmouth and the dark and ponderous dignity of the big Tehuelche,His gear was richly studded with silver, and his saddle coveredwith embroidered cloths. His head was bare, save that his browswere bound with a band of red finery. He made a picturesqueand imposing figure as he cantered up on his white horse with itsoflintinuf eves. Followed the second. He, too, was an Indian, buthis eear was cruiltless of silver, his bozal was worn and blackenedwith age. The best thing he possessed was his horse. He worean ancient tail-coat, once black but now green, this in conjunctionwith a chiripa, or Indian loin-cloth, gave him an appearance.
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