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added, and the rapid stirring continued. It now 
begins to look exactly like soapsuds, and the 
more it is worked about the more frothy it be- 
comes. In this frothy state it is drank. All who 
intend indulging in this foggy-fuddle come armed 
with immense wooden spoons; then they ladle 
and drink, until, nearly bursting, they shamble off 
to the water, a drink of which appears to allay the 
distention this fuddling occasions. I have often 
tasted it, but cannot say I like it; it has a dis- 
agreeably bitter flavour, suggestive of physic; and 
though stirred with a female hand, still the idea 
of dirt is so associated in my mind with Indians, 
that I could never get over the feeling that the 
fingers might have been previously used for other 
purposes, and the process of washing them for- 
gotten. The dog’s-hair blankets I have described 
in the chapter on Dogs. 
The ‘Indian Burial Ground’ (vide illustration ) 
was drawn from a photograph. The huge figures, 
carved from solid trees, are placed round the 
boxes in order to keep away evil spirits; small tin 
vessels, pieces of coloured cloth, the skins of small 
animals, and all kinds of odds and ends, are hung 
by the relatives of the dead on the boxes contain- 
ingthebody. One thing they never failto do—that 
is, to bore the bottom of the tin cups or vessels 
