Buckshot explained to us his plans.
"Tawabinisáy tell me," said he, "he don' been to Kawágama seven year. To-morrow he go blaze trail. Nex' day we go."
"How would it be if one or two of us went with him to-morrow to see how he does it?" asked Jim.
Buckshot looked at us strangely.
"I don't want to follow him," he replied, with a significant simplicity. "He run like a deer."
"Buckshot," said I, pursuing the inevitable linguistics, "what does Kawágama mean?"
Buckshot thought for quite two minutes. Then he drew a semicircle.
"W'at you call dat?" he asked.
"Crescent, like moon? half-circle? horseshoe? bow?" we proposed.
Buckshot shook his head at each suggestion. He made a wriggling mark, then a wide sweep, then a loop.