As he arose he exclaimed: "Deer no smell me to-morrow," and my friend said he did no longer smell like an Indian, but like burnt fir wood.
Turning to the Indian, however, he said: "You're all right, but how about me ?" to which the reply instantly came: "You all right.

Deer only smell Indian.

He not smell white man." Chief among the women's work is the making of baskets.

The best Washoe basket makers are not surpassed by any weavers in the world.
At Tallac, Fallen Leaf, Glen Alpine and several other resorts basket-makers may be found, preparing their splints, weaving or trying to sell their baskets.
Not far from Tahoe Tavern, about a quarter a mile away in the direction of Tahoe City, is the little curio store of A.Cohn, whose headquarters are in Carson City, the capital of the State of Nevada.
Mr.and Mrs.Cohn hold a unique position in their particular field.
Some twenty-five years ago they purchased a beautiful basket from a Washoe Indian woman, named _Dat-so-la-le_ in Washoe, or Luisa Keyser in American, for she was the wife of Charley Keyser, a general roustabout Indian, well known to the citizens of Carson.

Luisa was a large, heavy, more than buxom--literally a fat,--ungainly squaw.