On the Trail of Geronimo — page 173: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 161 look across the sandy plain in front, while her mother frequently through the day ascended the roof of the building, and examined every part of ‘the horizon within her field of vision. Her house, unlike the majority of those in the Southwest, was made entirely of wood, instead of adobe, the most common building material throughout Mexi- co, Arizona, and New Mexico. News had come to these dwellers in the exposed ranch that Geronimo and his Apaches were on the war-path, and there was no saying when he would pay them a visit. And so it was the most natural thing in the world for the young girl, before seating herself, to stand for a moment, shading her eyes with her hand, and looking searchingly off to the west- ward, where the country was in plain view for miles. She had done the same thing many times, without descrying anything strange, but this time she gave a slight start, for the bright eyes had detected something at last. “ T wonder whether they are Apaches,” she gasp- ed, her heart throbbing faster than was its wont. “T shall soon know,” she added, wheeling on her heel and darting into the house for the glass. 11 (C(O) mM