NCAN has a nose,
Points my finger at it:

Has a nose the hare,
He will let you pat it.

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Has a nose the bull,
Soon he will be lowing.

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Has a nose the fox,
He is very knowing.

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Peacock has a nose,
Very proud he's feeling.

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Has a nose the hog,
Soon he will be squealing.

Tell me which of all these noses
Duncan now the best supposes.

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ABOUT SOME INDIANS.

LAST summer a party of Indians,--men, women, and children,--in nine
little birch canoes, came paddling down the Mississippi River, and
landed at our village in Illinois. They were of the Chickasaw tribe from
Minnesota, who are half-civilized, and speak our language imperfectly.

Indians, you must know, do not live in good warm houses as we do. They
live in wigwams, as they call their houses, which are merely a few poles
stuck in the ground, and covered with skins or blankets.

They do not provide regular meals, but live from hand to mouth by
hunting and fishing. Sometimes they have to go without food a long time.
The men are too lazy to work. They like better to strut about with their
faces painted all the colors of the rainbow.

The Indians who came to our village were very good specimens of their
race. Of course, their visit made quite a sensation, especially among
our young folks. As soon as they landed, the squaws (women) threw their
blankets over their shoulders, swung their pappooses (babies) on their
backs, and, with their little boys and girls, came up into town.

The Indian boys made some money by shooting arrows at cents stuck in a
stake. They were quite skilful. The squaws offered for sale slippers,
moccasons, and bags, which they had worked themselves with sinews and
porcupine-quills.

Their chief, a large man, whose face was painted bright red, got the use
of our town hall, and in the evening gathered his party there, and
showed us some of their dances. Two of the men beat a "tum-tum" on their
rude drums (which looked like nail-kegs); and the little and big Indians
danced or hopped around in a circle, singing, "Ye, ye! yu, yu! hi, yi!
ye, ye!"

Now and then the chief would pull out a long knife, and swing it around
his head; and another Indian would draw up his bow, as if he were going
to shoot. This was the war-dance.

We were