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Title: The talking leaves : an Indian story
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Indians of North America Children Conduct of life Friendship Hunting Outdoor life Fathers and daughters Reading Apache Indians
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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harging in upon his gay lancers, and wouldprobably have scattered them right and left. What are you doing here? he demanded of CaptainSkinner. Travelling. Where are you going ? Going to try and mind our own business. Where did you come from ? Across the border. Driven out of the mines by Apa-ches. Didnt expect to find Mexican regular cavalry worsethan the redskins. We will see about that, seiior. You are our prisoners. All right, so long as none of you come too near. Itwont be healthy for any of you to try. No harm is intended you, senor. We are sent to guardthis frontier against the Apaches, and to put down a smallpronunciamento. Captain Skinner knew what that meant. There had beensome sort of a little revolution in that part of Mexico, andhe and his men were suspected of having crossed the borderto take part in it. All right, colonel. All we want is to march right along.We can pay our own way. That was the first blunder the wily Captain had made. a -m > o SO o GO03 H 72►O o p 5
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The Talking Leaves. 311 The regiment of lancers, like a great many other Mexicanregiments, was only regular because it happened justthen to be employed by the national government. Its payhad not been regular at all, and the minds of both officersand men were excited by the mention of such a thing. A half-scornful smile shot across the dark face of thecolonel as he looked at those ragged men, and wondered howmuch they would be likely to pay for anything, even if theywere not disposed to help themselves without paying. Ayoung officer at his side was more sagacious, and suggested, I beg a thousand pardons, colonel, but they are miners. Ah! They may have been successful. The expression of his face underwent a rapid change,and there was nothing scornful in it when he remarked toCaptain Skinner that the price of a written safe-conductfor him and his men would be a hundred dollars each. Thats reasonable, Cap. We wont mind that. Pay him. Its the best we can do. All right, Senor Colonel, said

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