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130 A Wagon-road.—Make the wagon sign, and then wave the hand along the ground.

Grass.—Point to the ground with the index, and then turn the fingers upward to denote growth. If the grass be long, raise the hand high; and if yellow, point out that color.

The pantomime, as may be seen, is capable of expressing detailed narratives. For instance, supposing an Indian would tell the following tale—"Early this morning I mounted my horse, rode off at a gallop, traversed a kanyon or ravine, then over a mountain to a plain where there was no water, sighted bison, followed them, killed three of them, skinned them, packed the flesh upon my pony, remounted, and returned home"—he would symbolize it thus:

Touches nose—"I."

Opens out the palms of his hand—"this morning."

Points to east—"early."

Places two dexter forefingers astraddle over sinister index—"mounted my horse."

Moves both hands upward and rocking-horse fashion toward the left—"galloped."

Passes the dexter hand right through thumb and forefinger of the sinister, which are widely extended—"traversed a kanyon."

Closes the finger-tips high over the head, and waves both palms outward—"over a mountain to a plain."

Scoops up with the hand imaginary water into the mouth, and then waves the hand from the face to denote "no"—"where there was no water."

Touches eye—"sighted."

Raises the forefingers crooked inward on both sides of the head—"bison."

Smites the sinister palm downward with the dexter fist—"killed."

Shows three fingers—"three of them."

Scrapes the left palm with the edge of the right hand—"skinned them."

Places the dexter on the sinister palm, and then the dexter palm on the sinister dorsum—"packed the flesh upon my pony."

Straddles the two forefingers on the index of the left—"remounted;" and, finally,

Beckons toward self—"returned home."

To conclude, I can hardly flatter myself that these descriptions have been made quite intelligible to the reader. They may, however, serve to prepare his mind for a vivâ voce lesson upon the prairies, should fate have such thing in store for him.

After this digression I return to my prosaic Diary.