118 EDGE OF THE JUNGLE 



Far off in one corner I make certain I have 

 found beauty for beauty's sake, a group of ex- 

 quisite caladiums and amaryllis, beautiful flow- 

 ers and rich green leaves with spots and slashes 

 of white and crimson. But this is the hunter's 

 garden, and Grandmother has no part in it, per- 

 haps is not even allowed to approach it. It is 

 the beena garden the charms for good luck in 

 hunting. The similarity of the leaves to the head 

 or other parts of deer or peccary or red-gilled 

 fish, decides the most favorable choice, and the 

 acrid, smarting juice of the tuber rubbed into the 

 skin, or the hooks and arrows anointed, is con- 

 sidered sufficient to produce the desired result. 

 Long ago I discovered that this demand for im- 

 mediate physical sensation was a necessary corol- 

 lary of doctoring, so I always give two medicines 

 one for its curative properties, and the other, 

 bitter, sour, acid or anything disagreeable, for 

 arousing and sustaining faith in my ability. 



The Indian's medicine plants, like his true 

 name, he keeps to himself, and although I feel 

 certain that Grandmother had somewhere a 

 toothache bush, or pain leaves yarbs and sim- 

 ples for various miseries I could never discover 

 them. Half a dozen tall tobacco plants brought 



