He saw all this, yet, because it was Indian work, and the woman was a rude, coarse mountain of flesh, a feminine Falstaff, of a lower order of beings and without Falstaff's geniality and wit, he passed the basket by as merely worth a dollar or two extra, and placed it side by side with the work of other Washoe and Paiuti squaws.

A Salt Lake dealer came into the store soon thereafter and saw this basket.

"How much ?" he asked.

The price was given--rather high thought Mr.Cohn--.

"Twenty-five dollars!" "I'll take it!" came the speedy response.
A month or two later Cohn received a photograph from the purchaser, accompanied by a letter.