If he blushes, as he sometimes does, the colour extends down the neck and is visible in spite of his dusky skin.

Laughter is never immoderate enough to bring tears to the eyes.

The head is nodded vertically in affirmation and shaken laterally in negation only by the civilised Tarahumares.
There is a slight though undefinable odour about the Tarahumare.

He is not aware of it; yet he will tell you that the Mexican smells like a pig, and the American like coffee, both offensive odours to Tarahumares.

They all love to feel warm, and may often be seen lying in the sun on their backs or stomachs.