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he suffered some, and an hour later announced that he 

 was about cured. 



Next day he came to say he was all right, and would 

 soon again be as good as half a dozen men. 



At this same camp in Grand Rapids another cure on 

 a much larger scale was added to my list. An Indian 

 had "the bones of his foot broken," crushed by a 

 heavy weight, and was badly crippled. He came lean- 

 ing on a friend's shoulder. His foot was blackened 

 and much swollen, but I soon satisfied myself that no 

 bones were broken, because he could wriggle all the 

 toes and move the foot in any direction. 



"You'll be better in three days and all right in a 

 week," I said, with calm assurance. Then I began 

 with massage. It seemed necessary in the Indian en- 

 vironment to hum some tune, and I found that the 

 "Koochy-Koochy" lent itself best to the motion, so it 

 became my medicine song. 



With many " Koochy-Koochy "-ings and much ice- 

 cold water he was nearly cured in three days, and 

 sound again in a week. But in the north folk have a 

 habit (not known elsewhere) of improving the inci- 

 dent. Very soon it was known all along the river that 

 the Indian's leg was broken, and I had set and healed 

 it in three days. In a year or two, I doubt not, it will 

 be his neck that was broken, not once, but in several 

 places. 



Grand Island yielded a great many Deermice of the 

 arcticus form, a few Red-backed Voles, and any num- 

 ber of small birds migrant. 



As we floated down the river the eye was continu- 



