José — page 230: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 923 “TI have reasons to believe that after the attack upon the caravan, the Apaches fairly entertained a project to dissect me piecemeal for their diver- sion, when a favorable opportunity should offer; at least that is the impression I got when they so pertinaciously insisted upon taking me from the Comanches; I was pinioned, until I thought the blood would trickle from my fingers’ ends, and led across an adjacent swell of the prairie; then matters changed. Upon a couch of woolen, blood-soaked blankets, I saw lying prostrate, the stalwart form of the very Indian who had been shot, either by me or Bill, as he endeavored to carry off our doughty Jose. His side was bare, and by him, surrounded by four or five venerable Indians, stood he—or she— Jose, saturating a strip of linen with a colored fluid from a vial and nimbly folding the cloth into a bandage. Witha sort of deference the aged Apache stood watching her efforts and motioning my guards to stand aloof; the sound of our steps, however, had not escaped her ears and looking up, a ghastly pallor overspread her face as she recognized me. The next instant she was again addressing herself to her task, and having finished, carefully concealed the vial in her knapsack, and bade the invalid arise. He slowly obeyed, and a grin of surprise went over the faces of the rest of the redskins, as the expression of suppressed pain on the features of the chief changed into one of joyful satisfaction. | “‘T will render the white man’s bullet harmless, and the Apache chief shall hunt the antelope again in three days,’ she said; ‘but let him beware of in- flicting pains upon a single pale-face lest he would destroy the power of my medicine!’ “Tt almost appeared that every red face was sud- Eomichboo cS (E(0) m