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WILD IN THE EXTREME One day going up a wide ravine I saw a smoke curl up before me and took a side ravine and went cautiously bowed down so no one could see, & near the top of the ridge a hundred yards from the fire ventured to rise slowly up, and as I looked across saw an Indian woman looking back but I was so low she could only see the top of my head as I sank down, I crawled further and when I straightened up again she got a full view of me. She instantly caught her infant off its pallet made of a piece of thin wood covered with a rabbit skin, and putting the baby under one arm and giving a smart jerk to a small girl who was crying to the top of her voice she bounded off and fairly flew up the gentle slope toward the summit, the girl following after very close. The woman's long black hair stood out as she rushed along looking over her shoulder every instant expecting to be slain. The mother flying with her children untrammeled with any of the arts of fashion was the best natural picture I ever looked upon, and wild in the extreme.
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