But in some places the people seemed to care nothing either about Santa Anna or those who might oppose him.

They were content to lead lives in a region which furnished food almost of its own accord.
Just before approaching one of these villages Ned shot another jaguar.
It was not black like the first, nor so large.

It was about five feet in length, and yellowish in color, with a splendid skin, which, at Obed's suggestion, they removed for purposes of barter.

It was a wise idea, as they traded it in the village for two large water bottles.

The people there were so indifferent to their identity that they sat in the plaza in the evening, and watched the young people dance the fandango.
It was only a crude little village in the Mexican wilderness.