IV

An open space on the edge of the forest.

In the centre of the clearing a small gaudily-painted tent.

Seated on the ground in a semicircle before the tent, some forty
or fifty Indians.

Standing on a box before the entrance to the tent, a man of
twenty-five or fifty.

In his left hand he holds a fog horn; in his right, a stein of
beer.

He puts the horn to his lips and blows heavy blast.

He bellows, "Beauty--Beauty--Beauty!"

He takes a drink of beer.

He repeats this performance nine times.

He takes up some mud and deftly models the features of several
well-known characters--statesmen, writers, critics. In many
cases the resemblance is so slight that Priscilla can hardly
recognize the character.

He picks up a heavy club and proceeds to beat each one of his