José — page 193: what you’re looking at

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186 - JOSE. what proofs have I that the sign language, which my eye does not read nor my ears hear, speaks the truth?” The old hunter made a iWanel effort to speak, but Baumann seized his arm. “There is a sign-language, Tehohpee,” said the young German, while his face assumed a dignified look, “which the Great Spirit has impressed upon the face of the red man as well as the white, and though many a one may not understand it, it should be plain to him who would be a chief among his people. Just as Ican tell by your eyes that you are true and faithful to whomever you call your friend, © and we in consequence follow your instructions without a thought of treachery, so might you have read ata glance if my tongue spoke. But suspicion rests upon your soul like a fog, and clouds your eyes. Look up, Tehohpee—we are sincere; no other proof can we give, but lest you would lower yourself to the level of the meanest of your tribe you will accept it.” The Indian slowly raised his head and gazed earnestly into the speaker’s large eyes. “T accept the proof,” he said, after a minute’s pause, placing his hand in Baumann’s extended right; “and Tehohpee will be as true as the white chief himself. My brothers would follow the trail of their friends but the light of his eyes will have been extinguished ere they can reach him. The Apaches are blood-thirsty like the mountain wolf, and the way to their wigwams is long and weary! And though my pale-face brethre1 were to find the white chief still alive, what could they do to aid him? The warriors of the Apaches are strong as the buffalo and wary as the antelope——” Eomichooks sco m