He tells her how hard he worked to get that squirrel, how it had run up the tree, and he had to cut down that tree, till finally the dog caught it.

"The dog is beginning to be very good at hunting," he says.

"And now I am very tired." She spreads before him a generous supper of beans, herbs, and maize porridge, which she has ready for him.

And while he eats she goes industriously to work removing the fur from the game, but leaving on the skin, not only because it keeps the meat together while it is boiling, but mainly because she thinks there is a good deal of nourishment in it, which it would be a shame to waste.
When the man is at home, and neither sleeping nor eating, he may sit down and make a bow or some arrows; or, stretched out on his back, he may resort to his favourite amusement, playing his home-made violin.

Like all Indians of Mexico, the Tarahumares are fond of music and have a good ear for it.