On the Trail of Geronimo — page 287: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 213 view. A bright fire was burning in the middle of an open space, and Geronimo was standing on the other side, exactly facing the scout, who thus saw him as distinctly as at midday. The blanket which the chief generally carried was cast aside, for the weather continued oppr°ssively warm, even though the sun had set. He grasped the barrel of his rifle near the muzzle with his right hand, the stock resting on the ground, while the left was occupied mainly in manipulating a short, black clay pipe which he was smoking. His toggery was frowsy, unclean and ragged, though still capable of much service. There were seven warriors with him, all terrible fellows, that could keep a regiment of United States soldiers on nettles; five were lolling and smoking on the ground in lazy attitudes, the air so tainted with the rank nicotine that the young officer easily detected it. The two remaining officers gave their attention to a big piece of meat, undergoing a process of scorching by the blaze. Precious little cooking was it lik ly to receive, and, had there not been plenty of leisure at their command, they would as readily have eaten it raw, like so many tigers. 18 | (C(O) nn) Cc 6)(0)(6) (C(O) mM