On the Trail of Geronimo — page 288: what you’re looking at

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274 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. The sparkle and glisten of a tiny stream of water was observed in the glow of the firelight, a fact which doubtless was the cause of the spot being selected for the temporary camp. This group, or body guard of Geronimo, would have held the attention of Lieutenant Whitcomb, but his eyes rested on something that was tenfold more interesting. Seated on a broad, flat stone at one side of the fire, but within the circle of light thrown out, were the mother, wife and daughter of Caleb Harland, the picture of woe and distress. They were the prisoners taken a brief while before, and the memory of the frightful scene and the loss of Buck Bragg and his companions must remain a sad memory forever with the afflicted group. It was pitiful to see the brave struggle which the daughter made to sustain the others in their awful desolation. She sat in the middle, with the head of each resting on her shoulder, and the mo- tion of her lips showed she was saying something to those whose lips remained mute. They were attired in plain, light clothing, suitable for that torrid latitude, but all were without any covering for their heads. Their capture was so like the COMmlcoooks (C(O) mM