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around on his person and foraging for grub, that he 

 pays little or no attention to the insect, and seems 

 hardly to feel its bite. 



You will rarely see an Indian scratch his head or, 

 in fact, any portion of his person, as a white man 

 does when he gets a bite. Lo gives forth no outward 

 sign that he is thickly settled, and it is only when 

 he sits or lies down in the hot sun that the inhab- 

 itants of his hair and clothing come to the front; 

 then you may see them crawling about like roaches 

 in a hotel kitchen. Or, when he has lain down on a 

 board, or your tent canvas, or any light-colored sub- 

 stance and got up and gone away, leaving some of 

 his neighbors behind, then you know he is like 

 others of his race the home of a large colony of 

 insects. 



When Mary and her husband, George, saw my 

 roll of bedding, which they supposed to be simply 

 blankets, they protested to Mr. Barker that I would 

 not need them, that there was " hy-iu mit-lite pa- 

 se-se " (plenty of covering on the bed). I told them, 

 however, that I could sleep better in my own 

 blankets and preferred to use them. I took the 

 bundle into my room, spread the sleeping-bag on 

 the bed and crawled into it. The outer covering of 

 the bag being of thick, hard canvas, I hoped it 

 would prove an effectual barrrier against the 

 assaults of the vermin, and that they might not find 

 the portal by which I entered, and so it proved. 



Gfeorge and Mary live in a very well-built, comfort- 

 able, one-story frame cottage, divided into two rooms; 

 the kitchen, dining-room, parlor and family sleeping- 

 room all in one, and the spare room being the other. 



