Members of a six or patrol stand in a straight line facing the audience. Pa stands at one end, next to Ma and an assortment of sons, daughters, cousins, etc. All speak in slow, southern drawls.
Pa turns head toward Ma and drawls, "Hey Ma, is the train comin' from Calahoo?" Ma turns to next in line and drawls, "Hey Baby Joe, is the train comin' from Calahoo?" Baby Joe passes on the message, and it continues down the line until it reaches the last boy. He steps forward, peers intently to the right, steps back into line and says, "Nope" to the person next to him, who passes it on to the next person, and so on up the line until it reaches Pa again.
In a leisurely drawl, Pa says, "Hey Ma, is the train comin' from Keremeos?" Ma dutifully starts the question down the line until it reaches the last person, who steps forward, peers intently to the left, steps back and says, "Nope." His answer returns slowly up the line until it finally reaches Pa once more.
Pa scratches his chin, spits, then drawls, "Well, then, I guess we kin cross the track now." The whole tribe moves forward, turns right, and exits.