I is for Indian . . . with the Horn

I got the Horn . . . fnarr-fanarr - as Finbar Saunders would be bound to say at this point, another sub-collection seems to be forming, by accident as these things do!

I'm guessing there must be a Cowboy version somewhere, with a cowboy card, but I keep finding Indians . . . Indians from the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong!

Comparison with the ones we looked at in the December novelty-fest, or actually I think it was a couple of weeks before the rest? The large one is a reed-blower rather than the simple whistles of the small ones.

Different pose, it is the wonder of how many are out there, that will drive this sub-collection, curiosity; the force behind collectors . . .

. . . if you had a family the size of the Von Trapps, you could build an orchestra . . . it would be an excruciatingly painful orchestra, but still, it takes all sorts to make a world!