A thousand miles in a dug-out; being the narrative of a journey of investigation among the red-skin Indians of Central Brazil . xzzxs^. IN A DUG-OUT. A young fellow, painted black all over, ranforward from the ranks to meet them, with a palmleaf in his hand, and after making some rapidenquiry and receiving a reply, he returned to hisplace. When within thirty paces the new arrivalshalted, and immediately two of the biggest Indiansfacing them danced out to meet them, keepingperfect time together, advancing sideways andmaking a high pitched noise, rather resembling thefalling note of a whistling
A thousand miles in a dug-out; being the narrative of a journey of investigation among the red-skin Indians of Central Brazil . xzzxs^. IN A DUG-OUT. A young fellow, painted black all over, ranforward from the ranks to meet them, with a palmleaf in his hand, and after making some rapidenquiry and receiving a reply, he returned to hisplace. When within thirty paces the new arrivalshalted, and immediately two of the biggest Indiansfacing them danced out to meet them, keepingperfect time together, advancing sideways andmaking a high pitched noise, rather resembling thefalling note of a whistling rocket. The whole thinghad a very defiant fling about it, and my Carajaslooked more depressed than ever. The dancers,after almost jumping on the toes of their imaginaryenemies, returned to their ranks and a minuteafterwards repeated the same jerky step, withoutany response from the opposite party. Then twoother smart and picturesque looking savages sprangout, with the same performance and war cry, buton reaching my Indians one of them stopped andcrouched down with bent back in the attitudeof a wrestler. It appeared to be a challe
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