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Title: A thousand miles in a dug-out; being the narrative of a journey of investigation among the red-skin Indians of Central Brazil
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Glass, Frederick Charles
Subjects: Caraja Indians Goiás (Brazil : State) -- Description and travel
Publisher: (Liverpool, Eng.) : South American Evangelical Mission
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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rereally poor specimens of humanity when comparedwith my Carajds. It is rather trying for ones nerves to be aloneamong a crowd of these huge, naked, chattering,laughing savages, whose language you cannotunderstand, except that an occasional gorilla-likelaugh or gesture, and the glances cast in your direc-tion indicate that the conversation concerns your-self. A day or two you can manage to stand alone,but longer is very trying, and I do not think I shalltravel again in this way, at least, with a deafcamarada. Desiring to have more experience of Indianfish shooting, I entered one of the accompanyingubds and, letting the igarite proceed, I paddledaway ahead with two young redskins and soon lostsight of our igarite among the many channels of theriver, expecting to meet it at some general channelhigher up stream. The light ub^ shot through thewater while I squatted as low as possible for thesake of equilibrium, for the canoe wobbled about ina most unstable way, behaving as only a round,46
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IN A DUG-OUT. keel-less log of wood could behave. I expectedthe thing to founder every minute, but the twoIndians were quite unconcerned, and three timesthey ran on a dry bank of sand to empty the ubi ofwater. There seemed to be little fish about of thekind they wanted, though several times the man atthe prow snatched up his bow and arrow excitedly,and balancing himself carefully prepared to shoot,while his companion behind me silently paddledand steered the canoe at the same time. Two orthree difficult and unsuccessful shots were made,and I was getting tired of my cramped position,when to my great satisfaction we entered whatappeared to be the main channel, and better still,when far away in the distance we espied our igarite,with the four figures poling away as usual, so wepulled into a sandy creek to await them, while Irolled in the hot sand to dry my clothes. Theigarit^ seemed a long time appearing off the creek,and growing impatient the Indians jumped intotheir uba to reconnoitre

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