The doctor listens in with a stethoscope and hears sounds of a warpath Indian drum.

Chim picked up his camera the way a doctor takes his stethoscope out of his bag, applying his diagnosis to the condition of the heart. His own was vulnerable.

Not everybody likes or understands a drum solo, so I like to bring in effects and sounds to keep their interest.

But I've gravitated more towards the drum set.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

When D's cabin caught fire, D was out of the country. Half the town-Christians and drinkers alike-came out to fight the fire and loot the cabin. There were individual piles of loot, and fights over the piles. "That's my pile." "The hell it is, it's mine.