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doorway of another dwelling is outlined, and I am 
just adventuring on a study of the seated figure 
shelling peas when she divines my intention, rises 
indignantly, and walks into her house. My host 
also seems a little uneasy, for the people look upon 
Art as magic, and imagine drawings are made of 
things and people for sorcerish reasons. However, I 
reassure him, put up my sketch-book, and rise to go. 
This Caga man is (and always Avas throughout my 
Fig. 43.—The Captive. 
stay) exceedingly amiable, and thinks perhaps this 
time that his fears about magic have hurt my feelings, 
so he presses me to accept some green ears of Indian 
corn, and together we go to the corn-field, outside 
the compound, and cut some five or six cobs, which 
are tied together by their sheaths and hung over my 
arm. Thus burdened, and taking a friendly farewell, 
I descend the hill and walk back to my settlement. 
Here I find two or three natives have come to see me, 
