Arthur O. Friel

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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 11 (1923)

“ Yaracuma told me.
"There is cassava enough for six men," I grumbled. "It is far too much. And I see no poison."
He smiled and lifted the top cakes. Then I saw that they formed a lid, and that under them, in a green nest of leaves, were packed two gourd bottles. The necks of the bottles were short, wide, and tightly closed by wooden plugs.
"The basket holds life and death," he said. "Under the black juice is more cassava. There is a sling to carry a gourd. There is a new bow-cord also. All is here."
It was the best packing I had ever seen done by Indians.
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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 11 (1923)

“ In all the march I had seen no man, either ahead or behind. Now I became more guarded; for if any of the butchers were on their way up or down the river they must pass along that narrow track, a mile long, which connects the upper and lower ports of the Quencua raudal. I did not yet smear my arrow-heads with poison, but I made sure that those in the quiver were loose and easy to draw, and I carried one ready in my hand.
Soon I was in the path itself. The damp ground showed that men had passed within a day, going toward Oso.
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Arthur O. Friel,  The Thirty Gang — Chapter 11 (1923)

“ The problem of crossing the river had bothered me a little, for unless I could find a canoe it would mean swimming, and that would spoil my only food—the cassava. Now it would be easy.
I walked fast along the winding path, seeing no life but a few birds and a troop of marimundo monkeys. At the end I found the canoe, empty. From among some rocks I got an old paddle which, I remembered, had been thrown there some time ago by one of my men after half its blade split off.
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