. Les aventures d'un tramp tropical. L'un d'eux sourit. Le rouge et noir de-signes peints sur ses joues se propager dans fig-cubiste, alors qu'elle a dit quelque chose qui sonnait sus-piciously ^^Ha, ha, ha ! **AVhat le diable qui vous fait rire atT je de-manded. *^Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! L'Indien d'une voix rauque. Nous^* ne sont pas des filles. Nous sommes des hommes. Mon erreur a été naturel. Il y a peu de dis-tinguish le costume masculin de la femme amongthese Chunchos, pour l'écoulement des garmenteffectually cache la figure. Il me semble que dans le mans, la robe d'ouverture de col court-longitud nfin et dans la robe de femme elle court lati

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. The adventures of a tropical tramp. One of them grinned. The red and black de-signs painted on her cheeks spread into cubist fig-ures, while she said something that sounded sus-piciously like ^^Ha, ha, ha! **AVhat the devil are you laughing atT I de-manded. *^Ha! Ha! Ha! the Indian rasped. *^We arenot girls. We are men. My mistake was natural. There is little to dis-tinguish the male costume from the female amongthese Chunchos, for the loose-flowing garmenteffectually conceals the figure. It seems that inthe mans robe, the neck opening runs longitud-inally and in the womans robe it runs latitud-inally. Otherwise, their garments are alike.The man sometimes wears a circular crown ofstraw upon his head, topped by a parrots feather.Both men and women wear long hair, black andgreasy, and cut away only in front that it maynot get into the eyes. Both paint their faces withred and black stripes or circles, according to in-dividual taste. Later upon the road I met several others., They all paused to stare at me, but their manner. Hhrt -ip^-?^-.^iz;- ?^**«*V >•• » THERE IS LITTLE TO DISTINGUISH THE MALE COSTUMEFROM THE FEMALE AMONG THESE CHUNCHOS Among the Chuncho Tndianfi? 101 seemed to express neither good-will nor bad—merely a frank, child-like curiosity. Only one of them apeared dangerous. He wasa short, sturdy little man—all of the Chunchosare short and stocky, but never fat—and as heapproached along the trail, I could see that hisright hand, which he kept behind his back, helda large knife. I did not like his looks, and notpossessing a revolver or other weapon, I reachedinto my saddlebag and grasped one of the orangeswith which Lloyd had provisioned me. TheseChanchamayo oranges were the juiciest I hadever discovered, and remembering the combinedbreakfast and shower bath I had taken with onethat morning, I figured that I could at least blindhim with it, and possibly dro^vn him. But evi-dently he had intended no violence, for he walkedstraight past without

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