A thousand miles in a dug-out; being the narrative of a journey of investigation among the red-skin Indians of Central Brazil . h the Tapirapes, who, I find, still exist in verylarge numbers, contrary to my expectations. On landing, I was greeted by the chief,Syriaco, a sly old fellow, with a bad reputation allaround, but, at my request, he paddled off in hiscanoe with four other Carajds to hunt for the five men on board, the uba seemed to beloaded to the waters edge, and what room thereremained for firewood I could not perceive, butthey soon returned with a big load of logs, and
A thousand miles in a dug-out; being the narrative of a journey of investigation among the red-skin Indians of Central Brazil . h the Tapirapes, who, I find, still exist in verylarge numbers, contrary to my expectations. On landing, I was greeted by the chief,Syriaco, a sly old fellow, with a bad reputation allaround, but, at my request, he paddled off in hiscanoe with four other Carajds to hunt for the five men on board, the uba seemed to beloaded to the waters edge, and what room thereremained for firewood I could not perceive, butthey soon returned with a big load of logs, and Ihad to recompense them handsomely with hooksand other things. To escape the crowd, I left thecanoe in charge of Sylverio and the boy, andstrolled across to the village. Walking was difficult,owing to the quantity of fish bones and scaleswhich pierced my feet, while the sand itself wasscorching hot with the suns rays. On reaching the first hut, I found a woman who was engaged in rubbing some red ooracoom seed and oil between her hands, and then, with the finger of one hand used as a paint brush, she 36 /,>: /V x.* /-:. IN A DUG-OUT. proceeded to adorn the face of her lord and masteruntil she had worked a fancy design around his eyesand nose, which did not improve his appearance. As I approached the other huts, the childrenran away to hide, some bawling with fear andapprehension, and even many of the women werefrightened, in spite of the presence of some of theirmen, and the fact that I was alone, unarmed, andfar from my boat. Sometimes, however, I wascordially invited to enter the hut and to be seatedon the family mat. One old lady, with a verykind and motherly face, particularly interested me,beaming away as she talked to me in a mostpatriarchal manner. In another hut 1 found a young Indian doubledup and groaning with toothache. I took the poorfellow back with me to the canoe and soon easedhis pain with a little clove extract. This makes thethird I have treated successfull
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