On the Trail of Geronimo — page 14: what you’re looking at

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6 ON THE TRAIL CF GERONIMO. them here, there, and everywhere, eying us as we can imagine that cannibals might eye a party of prisoners from which they are to seleet their victims. It all comes back again. How those grim old physicians, alter compelling us to shed every thread of clothing, examined us from head to foot. They thumped onr ribs, listened to the heart beats, tested our eyesight, and so on, until we felt as though we would give worlds to get out of the torture room and back again to the farm or shop. There was Dolph Ashton, who had come all the way from Oregon. He was one of the brightest youths ever born on the Pacific slope, and was intended by nature for a soldier. He stripped like a young Adonis, and his mental attainments were marvelous. But alas! one of his eyes was a little deficient, and proved unequal to the work of reading a line of fine print shown on the opposite side of the room. Dolph whistled cheerily as he packed his trunk and started for his distant home, but all the same I caught the glisten of the tears under his eyelids, which he thought no one of us saw. We had it pretty rough during the first year. ecomniclooolkks (C(O) mM