On the Trail of Geronimo — page 83: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 75 that the party numbered eight, and it was easy for him to fix upon the leader. He was one of the two that had not left the camp fire during the flurry, caused by the appear- ance of the grizzly bear. He was a heavy set man in middle life, his long, wiry black hair straggling about his shoulders, with a broad mouth, teeth stained by tobacco smoke, twinkling bead-like eyes, square massive jaws, and a villainous expression, in which it would have been hard to find a trace of kindness or magnanimity. All the Indians were dressed in much the same way, the costume being what might be described as half civilized, with soiled blankets, breech clouts, leggings and mocassins. Each carried a fine rifle and knife, and some of them had feathers stuck in their hair, the ornaments, like the hair itself, being stained a variety of colors. Confident of the identity of the leader, Lieutenant Whitcomb made a military salute as he stood erect before him. He saw something like a smile light up the forbidding countenance of the chief, who, without replying to the salutation turned to the COMmMiEeloo© (CO)