Saturday – Funeral For The “POOAH POT.” – April 1905

The children have amused themselves all day digging holes in the sand in which to bury imaginary lambs. They were greatly impressed with the sight of a dead lamb and its burial and never tire of making graves for bits of broken pot, stick or anything, while speaking mournfully of these things as if they had once been alive. “Auh. Poooah pot, ” I heard Brown Eyes say as he patted a small mound with his sand spade. Thus do they educate themselves into the mysteries of life and death.

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