On the Trail of Geronimo — page 142: what you’re looking at

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132 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. Like scores of other officers, he had been baffled and outwitted so often by the Apache leader that he felt a personal eagerness for another “ whack at as it was termed. He chafed under his him,” restraint, and the letters received from the East, pleasantly inquiring whether the best plan was not to try to buy up the handful of hostiles, and save expenses to the Government by boarding them at the Astor House the year round, were not calculated to soothe the temper of the grim warrior. Then, too, the leading journals which reached him were so full of criticisms, written by the wise editors, many of whom had never seen a wild Indian, that he felt like wiping out the redskins first and then calling those sapient gentlemen to account. It will be understood, therefore, that the captain and his brother officers gladly seized the chance to strike a blow which they hoped would be the final one against Geronimo. Dick Whitcomb’s heart throbbed with delight when he learned that he was to be a member of the company selected to attack the dusky miscreants in their own chosen fastnesses, where they believed they could laugh at all attempts of our cavalry. Preparations were speedily completed, and, three Connicloooks (E©)