My friend, referred to above, who is a great hunter, was once out with a Washoe.

They had had three "bad" days, when suddenly they found a deer's track.

It was fresh, but when they came to the hole where he had lain down to rest, though the place was quite warm, the deer had gone.

The Indian at once exclaimed: "That deer smell me.

I must get rid of the Indian smell." Accordingly he scooped out a hole in the ground, heated a number of rocks in it, then, spreading fir boughs over them, lay down over the rocks and took a "fir-sweat" for fully ten to fifteen minutes.