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CURIOUS PEOPLE. 
the short one in the white finger-puffs, and the 
young one in the idiot fringe, and the old gentle- 
man with the gold-headed cane, and the man with 
the blue cotton umbrella, and the rough with the 
battered felt, and— I couldn’t possibly begin to 
tell who else— all began at once to ask : 
“ Is she a young woman ? ” 
“ Is she married ? ” 
“ Where is she at ? ” 
“ Did she kill all these animals ? ” 
“ Did she kill them are ? ” 
“ How did she do it? ” 
“ What did she do it with ? ” 
“ Where did she get them ? ” 
(< How did she stuff ’em ? ” 
“ Did she kill ’em all?” 
“ Did she kill them buf ’lo ” (I positively believe 
this question, with variations to suit the linguistic 
attainments of different speakers, to have been 
asked, on an average, every ten minutes through 
all the Exhibition !) ? 
“ I don’t believe them critters was shot ; I’ve 
looked ’em all over and I can’t see any holes. 
Did she pisen ’em ? ” 
“ Does she live in that cave ? ” 
“ Is all this (with a gesture) made to repre- 
sent the place and the cave she lived in in 
Colorado ? ” 
“ Is game as thick as this all over the Rocky 
. Mountains ? ” 
