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The redskins in general, and the Apaches in particular, exhibit a surprising degree of craftiness when on the warpath, or preparing for a hazardous expedition. The best troops of the civilized world cannot compete with them in subtlety and wariness, such pains do they take to conceal and dissemble their movements.
Towards three o'clock in the morning, just as the first pearly notes issued from the throats of the _mawkawis_[1] nestled among the leaves, the Tigercat and Don Torribio rose from their beds, armed themselves for the fight, and issued forth from their toldos, followed by several Apache braves, directing their silent and rapid steps towards the centre of the camp, where the _sachems_ of the tribes, crouched on their haunches around an immense brasier, smoked the war calumet while waiting for the great chief.