“Yes, but not enough,” replied their mother. “You will have to go out another day.” The women, who had been working all the morning gathering acorns, now squatted near the fire and began grinding up the nuts which had been already dried. “Gesnip,” called her mother, “bring me the grinding stones.” The girl went to the jacal and brought two stones, one a heavy bowlder with a hollow in its top, which had been made partly by stone axes, but more by use; the other stone fitted into this hollow. “Now bring me the basket of roasted grasshoppers,” said the mother. Taking a handful of grasshoppers, Macana put them into the hollow in the larger stone, and with the smaller stone rubbed them to a coarse powder. This powder she put into a small basket which Gesnip brought her. “I am glad we caught the grasshoppers. They taste better than acorn meal mush,” said Payuchi. “How many grasshoppers there are in the fall,” said Gesnip, “and so many rabbits, too.” “We had such a good time at the rabbit drive,” said Payuchi. “And such a big feast afterwards, nearly as good as last night,” said Gesnip. “Tell me about the rabbit drive,” said Cleeta, squatting down beside the children in front of the fire. “It was in the big wash up the river toward the mountains,” began Payuchi. “You have seen the rabbits running to hide in a bunch of grass and cactus when you go with mother to the mountains for acorns, haven’t you?” Cleeta nodded. “Not this winter, though. We saw only two to-day,” she said. “That is because of the drive,” said her brother. “It was in the afternoon, with the wind blowing from the ocean, and all the men who could shoot best with bow and arrow, or throw the spear well, stood on the other side of the wash.” “Father was there,” said Cleeta. “Yes, and many others,” said Payuchi. “Then some of the men and all of us boys got green branches of trees and came down on this side of the wash. Nopal started the fire. It burned along in the grass slowly at first, and when it came too near the jacals on one side or the woods on the other, we would beat it out with the branches, but soon it ran before the wind into the cactus and bunch grass. The rabbits were frightened out and ran from the fire as fast as they could, and in a few minutes they were right at the feet of father and the other hunters. They killed forty before the smoke made them run too.” “My dress was made of their skin,” said the little girl, smoothing her gown lovingly. “It keeps me so warm.” “Did the fire burn long?” asked Gesnip. “No, we beat it out, or it would have gone up the wash into the live oaks; then we boys should have been well punished for our carelessness.” Here their mother called to them. “Payuchi,” she said, “put away this basket of grasshopper meal. And, Gesnip, go to the jacal and find me the coils for basket weaving.” “What shall I bring?” asked Gesnip.