Do you know the name of these yellow stones, Mr. Pond?" asked Violet. She picked one up and gave it to him.
"No, I don't know much about stones," he said. "This yellowish rock makes a fine powder. I know that Indians long ago used it for their sand paintings."
"Sand paintings?" asked Benny. "I never heard of sand paintings."
"They are very interesting," said Mr. Pond. "They are beautiful, too. The Indians took sand of all colors: blue, green, red, yellow, black, brown. They looked for a nice, flat place, and painted it with colored sand. They put the different colors in the right places. They would make a round sun like this."
Mr. Pond quickly made a big yellow sun on the ground, to show Benny how it was done.
"Do you think there are any sand paintings in our field now?" Benny asked hopefully.
"No," answered Mr. Pond, smiling. "There haven't been any Indians here for many years."
"I'd rather have Indians here than whoever is living in that hut," said Jessie.
"I think you're right," said Mr. Pond. "But don't worry about that. We'll go to Stony Creek tomorrow and tell the sheriff, Mr. Bates, about this."
He glanced at Henry, and the boy understood that Mr. Pond would tell the sheriff about some other things, too.
"No, I don't know much about stones," he said. "This yellowish rock makes a fine powder. I know that Indians long ago used it for their sand paintings."
"Sand paintings?" asked Benny. "I never heard of sand paintings."
"They are very interesting," said Mr. Pond. "They are beautiful, too. The Indians took sand of all colors: blue, green, red, yellow, black, brown. They looked for a nice, flat place, and painted it with colored sand. They put the different colors in the right places. They would make a round sun like this."
Mr. Pond quickly made a big yellow sun on the ground, to show Benny how it was done.
"Do you think there are any sand paintings in our field now?" Benny asked hopefully.
"No," answered Mr. Pond, smiling. "There haven't been any Indians here for many years."
"I'd rather have Indians here than whoever is living in that hut," said Jessie.
"I think you're right," said Mr. Pond. "But don't worry about that. We'll go to Stony Creek tomorrow and tell the sheriff, Mr. Bates, about this."
He glanced at Henry, and the boy understood that Mr. Pond would tell the sheriff about some other things, too.
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