The slain enemies are often eaten, and the bones
burnt and scattered over their food. The children of enemies are
traded off to other tribes for more food.
The Chaco Indian is a born warrior. Sad to say, his only hope is to
fight against the Latin paleface.
Most of us have at times been able to detect a peculiar aroma in the
negro. The keen-scented savage detects that something in us, and we
"smell" to them. Even I, Big Cactus Red Mouth, was not declared
free from a subtle odor, although I washed so often that they
wondered my skin did not come off. They never wash, and in damp
weather the dirt peels from them in cakes. Of course they don't
smell!
When a man or woman is, through age, no longer capable of looking
after the needs of the body, a shallow grave is dug, the aged one
doubled up until the knees are pressed into the hollow cheeks, and
the back is broken. This terrible work done, the undesired one is
dragged by one leg to the open tomb. Sometimes the face and whole
body is so mangled, by being pulled through thorns and over uneven
ground, that it is not recognizable, and the nose has at times been
actually torn off.
