MARSHALL, MINN. 
decided it was a good day for trout fishing 
so the women folks gathered all the food to¬ 
gether and away we went. We drove for miles 
across the Indian reservation. The road was 
just two trails out across the dusty sage¬ 
brush desert winding up at the Snake river. 
After parking the cars under some scrubby 
trees, the fisherman donned his hip boots, 
threw a basket over his back and proceeded 
to get all the rods and reels in order. The rest 
of us waded a little creek to get over where 
all the trout were to be landed. We watched 
him throw out the line and reel it back for 
an hour and nary a fish did he catch. The 
game warden came along and told him that 
he’d have to fine him for fishing without a 
license but our friend replied, “I’m not fish¬ 
ing, I’m just teaching this worm to swim.” 
The warden said, “In that case I’ll fine you 
for letting him swim without a bathing suit.” 
The best part of that picnic was when we 
built a campfire and fried hamburgers over it. 
On our way back to Pocatello from that 
picnic we saw some funny looking poles and 
brush sticking out of the ground right in the 
middle of the desert. We inquired what they 
were used for and my daughter told us that 
the Indians hold a Sun Dance in that spot 
every summer. The Indians have a few chos¬ 
en braves who dance half clad (or less) for 
3 davs and nights without rest, food or wa¬ 
ter. They dance for the health of their tribe 
for the coming year. The public is invited to 
watch and are charged 50c admission. At 
sunrise on the third day they all feast on 
barbequed meat and watermelon. 
It was very interesting to sit in the car 
on the street on the east side of Pocatello. 
If you sit in one place for an hour you’re 
liable to see a world of nationalities pass you 
on the street. There are Indians, Chinese, 
Japanese, Mexicans, Boscos, Italians, Greeks 
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