On the Trail of Geronimo — page 289: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 279 whirlwind that no time was given for any prepara- tion for flight. The picture was a striking one indeed—the pale, wrinkled face of the aged grandmother, with her hair as white almost as snow, and the smooth, symmetrical countenance of the young girl, with its wealth of raven black tresses, hardly more abundant, however, than those of the mother on the left. The lieutenant’s position was some distance beyond the circle of illumination. He lay on his face upon the ground, where the undergrowth almost covered him without obstructing his view of the party around the camp fire. Much as he would have risked to rescue the hapless women, he saw that it was absolutely beyond his power to give them any help, until the conditions underwent a complete change. The lieutenant had already performed an exploit in following Geronino into his mountain retreat and gaining a good look at him and some of his follow- ers. Though nothing resulted from it, 1t was more than some of the most experienced scouts had been able to do. The officer was struck by a fact which caused COomlcoooks (CO) mM