Reckon that's where our visitors get the
start, for all of ours kin write that has feet."
"Wonder why I didn't think o' that," said Yan, again and again. "But
there's one thing you forget," he said. "We want one around the
teepee."
This was easily made, as the ground was smooth and bare there, and
Sappy forgot his limp and helped to carry ashes and sand from the
fire-hole. Then planting his broad feet down in the dust, with many
snickers, he left some very interesting tracks.
"I call that a bare track" said Sam.
"Go ahead and draw it," giggled Sappy
"Why not?" and Yan got out his book.
"Bet you can't make it life-size," and Sam glanced from the little
note-book to the vast imprint.
After it was drawn, Sam said, "Guess I'll peel off and show you a
human track." He soon gave an impression of his foot for the artist,
and later Yan added his own; the three were wholly different.
"Seems to me it would be about right, if you had the ways the toes
pointed and the distance apart to show how long the legs wuz."
Again Sam had given Yan a good idea. From that time he noted these two
points and made his records much better.
"Air you fellers roostin' here now?" said Sappy in surprise, as he
noted the bed as well as the pots and pans.
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