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         THE HOPI INDIANS


         By WALTER HOUGH

  Curator Division of Ethnology,
  United States National Museum,
        Washington, D. C.


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        CEDAR RAPIDS, IOWA
      THE TORCH PRESS, 1915


            Copyright
               1915
        By The Torch Press
             _April_



               LITTLE HISTORIES
           OF NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS

                  Number Four


             _IN THE SAME SERIES_


                  THE NAVAHO

               By Oscar H. Lipps
  Supervisor in Charge, U. S. Indian School,
                Carlisle, Penn.

   With map and illustration in three colors


                   THE IOWA

            By William Harvey Miner

    With map and illustrations in halftone


        THE INDIANS OF GREATER NEW YORK

              By Alanson Skinner
      Assistant Curator of Anthropology,
  American Museum of Natural History,
                   New York

           With a map of the region


          Each Volume 12mo, $1.00 net
                Delivery extra



  [Illustration: A MADONNA AMONG THE MOKI
    _Photo by P. G. Gates_]



_To My Wife_



CONTENTS


  The Country, Towns, and Peoples          13

  Social Life                              28

  Food and Rearing                         49

  The Workers                              69

  Amusements                              102

  Birth, Marriage, and Death              114

  Religious Life                          132

  Myths                                   179

  Traditions and History                  201

  Brief Biographies                       218

  The Ancient People                      250

  Index                                   263



MESA FOLK OF HOPILAND



_PREFACE_


Whoever visits the Hopi falls perforce under the magic influence of
their life and personality. If anyone entertains the belief that "a
good Indian is a dead Indian," let him travel to the heart of the
Southwest and dispel his illusions in the presence of the sturdy,
self-supporting, self-respecting citizens of the pueblos. Many
sojourns in a region whose fascinations are second to no other,
experiences that were happy and associations with a people who
interest all coming in contact with them combined to indite the
following pages. If the writer may seem biased in favor of the "Quaker
Indians," as Lummis calls them, be it known that he is moved by
affection not less than by respect for the Hopi and moreover believes
that his commendations are worthily bestowed.

The recording of these sidelights on the Hopi far from being an
irksome task has been a pleasure which it is hoped may be passed on to
the reader, who may here receive an impression of a tribe of Indians
living at the threshold of modern civilizing influences and still
retaining in great measure the life of the ancient house-builders of
the unwatered lands.

To Mr. F. W. Hodge of the Bureau of American Ethnology of the
Smithsonian Institution, a fellow worker in the Pueblo field, grateful
acknowledgments are due for his criticism and advice in the
preparation of this book. The frontispiece is by that distinguished
amateur P. G. Gates of Pasadena. Under the auspices of the
explorations carried on by Dr. J. Walter Fewkes, for the Bureau of
American Ethnology, the writer had in 1896 his first introduction to
the Hopi, a favor and a pleasure that will always be remembered with
gratitude on his part. The indebtedness of science to the researches
of Dr. Fewkes among the Hopi is very great and this book has profited
by his inspiration as well as by his counsel.



I

THE COUNTRY, TOWNS, AND PEOPLES


The Hopi, or Peaceful People, as their name expresses, live in six
rock-built towns perched on three mesas in northeastern Arizona. They
number about 1,600 and speak a dialect of the language called the
Shoshonean, the tongue of the Ute, Comanche, and other tribes in the
United States. There is another town, called Hano, making up seven on
these mesas, but its people are Tewas who came from the Rio Grande
valley in New Mexico more than two centuries ago.

There are a number of ways of reaching the Hopi pueblos. If one would
go in by the east, he may choose to start from Holbrook on the Santa
Fé Pacific Railroad, or Winslow (two days each), or by the west from
Canyon Diablo (two days), or Flagstaff (three days). The estimates of
time are based on "traveling light" and with few interruptions. A
longer journey may be made from Gallup, during which the Canyon de
Chelly, with its wonderful cliff dwellings, may be visited if one has
a sufficient outfit and plenty of time.

The home-land of the Hopi, known as Tusayan from old times, is a
semi-desert, lying a mile and a quarter above sea-level. It is deeply
scarred by canyons and plentifully studded with buttes and mesas,
though there are vast stretches which seem level till one gets closer
acquaintance. From the pueblos the view is open from the northwest to
the southeast, and uninterrupted over the great basin of the Colorado
Chiquito, or Little Colorado River, rimmed on the far horizon by the
peaks of the San Francisco, Mogollon, and White Mountains, while in
the other quarters broken mesas shut out the view.

The rainfall almost immediately sinking into the sandy wastes,
determines that there shall be no perennially-flowing rivers in
Tusayan, and that springs must be few and far between and the most
valued of all possessions. Were it not for winter snows and summer
thunder-storms, Tusayan would be a desert indeed.

The hardy grasses and desert plants do their best to cover the
nakedness of the country; along the washes are a few cottonwoods; on
the mesas are junipers and piñons; and in the higher lands to the
north small oaks strive for an existence. At times, when the rains are
favoring, plants spring up and the desert is painted with great masses
of color; here and there are stretches green with grass or yellow with
the flowering bunches of the "rabbit brush" or gray with the ice
plant. In sheltered spots many rare and beautiful flowers may be
found.

The Hopi enjoy a summer climate the temperature of which is that of
Maine and a winter climate that is far less severe than the latter,
since most days are bright and the sun has power. Even in the warmest
season the nights are cool, and an enjoyable coolness is found by day
in the shade. The dryness of the region renders it ideal for healthful
sleeping in the open air. A pure atmosphere like that of the sea
bathes Tusayan; no microbes pollute it with their presence and it
fills the body with good blood and an exhilaration like wine.

Perforce the Hopi are agricultural, and since there is little game to
be hunted, they are also largely vegetarians, their chief food being
corn. When the corn crop fails the desert plants are relied on to
prevent starvation. The Hopi thus form a good example of a people
whose very existence depends on the plants of the earth, and it speaks
well for their skill as farmers, in so unfavorable an environment,
that there are any of them living in Tusayan at this day.

Out of this environment the Hopi has shaped his religious beliefs,
whose strenuous appeal is for food and life from the grasping
destroyers of nature that whelm him. And in like manner he has drawn
from this niggard stretch his house, his pottery, baskets, clothing
and all the arts that show how man can rise above his environment. But
let us have a closer view of this Indian who is so worthy of the
respect of his superiors in culture.

The Hopi man is moderate of stature, well-framed, hard-muscled, and
agile, since he depended on his own feet for going anywhere and on his
arms for work before the day of the burro and the horse. Black,
straight hair worn long, brownish skin, the smooth and expressive face
in the young men, intensifying as they grow older, bringing out the
high cheek-bones, the nose, the large mouth and accenting them with
wrinkles, but never developing a sullen, ferocious cast of
countenance, always preserving the lines of worth and dignity and the
pleasing curves of humor and good-fellowship to the end of
life,--these are the salient characters of the Hopi.

The same remarks apply to the other sex, who from childhood to old age
run the course in milder degree. Many of the maidens are pretty and
the matrons are comely and wholesome to behold. The old, wrinkled and
bowed go their way with quiet mien and busy themselves with the light
duties in which their experience counts for much.

In spite of the luxuriant hair that adorns the heads of this people,
one may notice the difference of head shape which distinguishes them
from the tribes of the plains. The cradle-board is partly responsible
for this, since, from infancy, the children are bound to the cradle
and obliged to lie on the back for longer or shorter intervals, and
thus begins the flattening of the back of the skull. But the heads of
the women are rarely flattened, probably because the girls are not so
well cared for as the boys.

There are among the Hopi a greater number of albinos in proportion to
the population than may be found almost anywhere else. They go about
their avocations like the rest and are in no way regarded as different
from their kin. The impulse is to address them in English, and one
feels surprised when they do not comprehend. One albino maiden of
Mishongnovi has a marvelous growth of golden hair which shows to great
advantage in her ample hair whorls. Many students believe that
albinism has its origin in the nervous system, and perhaps the
timidity of the Hopi explains the number of these remarkable people in
their midst; but this is a theory, based on a theory. It has been
observed that some of the albinos are below the average in
intelligence, and it has been ascertained that the larger proportion
of them are second in order of birth in a family.

From the number of old people in the pueblos one would gain the
impression that the Hopi are long-lived. All things considered, this
is doubtless the truth, but there are no statistics to settle the
matter; besides, the question of age is a doubtful one among the Hopi
themselves. If "sans everything" is any criterion of a centenarian,
there are such among the Peaceful People. One must conclude that, on
passing childhood, the average Hopi is due for a second term of the
helpless period.

"Welcome" is not written over every Hopi door, but the spirit of
hospitality pervades the entire population. This is one of the
pleasant features of the Pueblos and is the chief reason why the Hopi
are held in friendly remembrance by visitors. An acquaintance with the
Indians in the different pueblos of the Southwest will convince one
that there is a considerable range of disposition among them. Perhaps
the extremes are the untractable Santo Domingans and the
impressionable Hopi. It seems to be a matter of the elements of which
the tribes have been made up and of their past experiences and
associations.

High up on the gray rocks the Hopi towns look as though they were part
of the native cliff. The seven towns,--though twenty miles and three
distinct mesas separate the extremes,--Hano and Oraibi,--are built on
the same stratum of sandstone. The rock shows tints of light red,
yellow, and brown, and cleaves into great cubical pillars and blocks,
leaving the face of the cliff always vertical. Trails at different
points lead up over the low masses of talus and reach the flat top
through crevices and breaks in this rock-wall, often over surfaces
where pockets have been cut in the stone for hand and foot. A very
little powder, properly applied, would render these mesas as difficult
of ascent as the Enchanted Mesa near Acoma.

Once on top and breathing normally after the four hundred feet or so
of precipitous climbing, one sees why the outer walls of the towns
seem to be a continuation of the living rock. The houses are built of
slabs of stone of various sizes, quarried from the mesa and laid up
in mud. They are of terrace style, rarely more than of two stories,
flat-roofed, and grouped in masses so as to form streets and plazas
and conforming to the irregularities of the surface and outline of the
mesas. For this reason not much order can be found in a Hopi pueblo.
The uneven surface of the mesas gives a varying height to the houses
and increases the picturesqueness of the skyline.

These Hopi towns are the most primitive of the inhabited pueblos.
Before us is a picture of the ancient life as true as may be found in
this day of inquisitive travelers and of rapid transportation to the
ends of the earth. But this state of things is changing with
increasing rapidity; the Hopi is becoming progressive and yearns for
the things of the white man with increasing desire, therefore it is
evident that, before many years, much that is charming in Tusayan by
reason of the ancient touch about it will have vanished from the lives
of its brown inhabitants.

This change is most marked at Walpi, because the East Mesa people have
longest been in contact with the civilizing influences of schools,
missions, and trading posts; besides, they were always apparently the
most tractable of the Hopi. Many families have abandoned the villages
on the cliffs, and their modern, red-roofed houses dotting the lower
ground near the fields show the tendency to forsake the crowded
hill-towns. But the old towns exist in all their primitiveness and
furnish bits of surpassing interest to lovers of the picturesque. To
these the bulk of the conservative Hopi still cling with all the force
of their inherited instinct.

Two centuries ago visitors arrived at Walpi from the Rio Grande. These
were a tribe of Tewa, invited to come to Tusayan to aid in fighting
off the Apache and Ute, those wily nomad adversaries with whom the
Peaceful People for so long had to contend. Here they have lived ever
since in their village of Hano, at the head of the most readily
accessible trail up the mesa, preserving their language and customs,
and besides their own tongue, speaking well the language of their
friends and neighbors. The Tewa brought with them their potter's art
and now have the honor to be practically the only makers of
earthenware in Tusayan. Nampeo is the best potter at Hano and her work
shows her to be a worthy descendant of the ancient artists, whose
graceful vessels lie with the bones of the dead beneath the sands of
the great Southwest.

Beyond Hano, and midway between it and Walpi, is Sichomovi, which
signifies "flower mound." Sichomovi, if we may judge from the good
preservation of its houses and the regularity with which the town is
laid out, seems to be comparatively new, and indeed, there is
traditionary testimony to this effect. The dusky historians of Walpi
relate the circumstances of its foundation, when the yellow flowers
grew in the crevices of the rock at the place where several stranger
clans were allowed to settle.

Passing out of Sichomovi and crossing a narrow neck of the mesa
traversed by a well-worn trail, Walpi is reached. This village from
different points of view presents the appearance of a confused jumble
of dilapidated houses, and a walk through its alleys and passages
confirms the impression. Walpi was a town of necessity and was erected
in 1590, having been moved up from a lower point after troubles with
the Spanish conquistadores.

Looking down from the town one may trace the site of Old Walpi and
descry the pottery-strewn mounds of still older settlements, since
around this mesa the first comers to Tusayan probably located. At the
foot of the mesa are also springs and shrines, one of the latter being
the true "center of the world" to the Hopi mind, a point which gave
the ancients much trouble to determine. Along the ledges are corrals
for the motley flocks of black and white sheep and goats, adepts in
subsisting on all sorts of unpalatable brush. Farther down in the
level are the fields, at the proper season green with the prospect of
corn, melons, and beans.

Walpi streets are the living rock of the mesa worn smooth by human
feet and swept by the officious wind-god, whose dry air, with the aid
of the sun, form the board of health of the Hopiland. This rocky
surface must have been a great trial to the _kiva_ builders, as
traditional custom requires that such meeting places of the secret
societies or brotherhoods should be underground. The _kivas_ along the
streets thus represent a great amount of work in their construction,
and it is clear that, when the builders found a cleft in the rock or a
niche in the cliff-edge, they appropriated it as the site of a _kiva_,
then built an outer wall overhanging the precipice and prepared the
deep oblong room with toilsome labor, for they had only the rude tools
of the stone age.

The two poles of the ladder project from the _kiva_ hatchway, and one
may descend if no ceremony is on hand. There is not much to see except
an empty, smoke-blackened room with stone-paved floor, plastered
walls, and ceiling crossed by heavy beams. Just in front of the ladder
is a fireplace, consisting of a stone box sunk in the floor, and the
portion of the room back of the ladder is elevated. These subterranean
chambers are now found in use only in Tusayan, where this manner of
building them, along with many other ancient customs, has been
preserved by the Hopi through many generations.

Hopi houses are small, and as in the other pueblos of the Southwest,
the first families live in the second story, which is reached by a
ladder. In recent times, though, the ground floor, which formerly was
used chiefly for storage, has been cleaned out, furnished with doors,
and occupied as habitations. Steps on the dividing walls lead to the
upper story and the roof forms a general loitering-place. The living
room is kept in good order, and a goodly array of blankets, harness,
and clothes hanging from a swinging pole are looked on with pride and
complacency. In the granary, which is generally a back room, the ears
of corn are often sorted by color and laid up in neat walls and one
year's crop is always kept in reserve for a bad season. Red corn,
yellow corn, white corn, blue corn, black corn, and mottled corn make
a Hopi grain room a study in color. Three oblong hollowed stones or
metates of graded fineness are sunk in the floor of every Hopi house,
and on these, with another stone held in the hands, the corn is ground
to fine meal, the grinders singing shrill songs at their back-breaking
work.

In the corner of the baking-room is a fireplace covered with a smoke
hood and containing slabs of stone for the baking of _piki_, or paper
bread, while scattered about are many baskets, jars, bowls, cups, and
other utensils of pottery well fitted for the purposes of the Hopi
culinary art. Outside the house is a sunken pit in which corn-pudding
is baked.

These and many other things about the Hopi villages will interest the
visitor, who will not have serious difficulty in overlooking the
innovations or in obtaining a clear idea of Pueblo life as it was in
the times long past.

If one crosses the plain to the three villages of the Middle Mesa, he
will find still less of the effect of contact with modern things.
Mushongnovi, the second town of Tusayan in point of size, presented as
late as 1906 a perfect picture of an unmodified pueblo on its giant
mesa, the eastern and northern walls of the town blank and high like
the face of a cliff. Within this closely-built village the terraced
houses face the streets and open plazas, after the ancient fashion.
Because of their harmony with their primitive surroundings, one
hesitates to believe in the modernness of the chimneys of these
pueblos, yet it appears to be true that the idea is of Spanish
introduction.

Shipaulovi, on its high vantage point, seems newer than Shumopavi, its
neighbor, the latter being the most regular pueblo in Tusayan. Some
fifteen miles beyond Shumopavi is Oraibi, the largest of the seven
Hopi towns, whose rough walls give it an appearance of great age.
Oraibi held out longest against the white intruders, and even now
would much prefer to be left alone in the enjoyment of its accustomed
ways, but the school-houses and the red roofs brought by the white man
increasingly menace its old-world notions.

The nearest neighbors of the Hopi are the Navaho, that large and
rapidly growing tribe who are what they call themselves, _Dene_,
"men." They crowd upon the Hopi, and when the opportunity offers
"raise" some stock or dictate with sublime egotism the conduct of the
ceremonies. Several hundred years of contact with the pueblo folk have
made the once uncultured Navaho in many respects like them. The timid
Hopi do not choose to affiliate with the Navaho, but marriages are not
infrequent among members of the two tribes. Generally it is a Navaho
brave who seeks a Hopi maiden to wife, coming to live with her
people, but rarely does a Hopi youth lead a "Teshab" girl to his
hearth as did Anowita of Walpi.

A few Zuñi have cast their lot at Tusayan and several of the latter
live at Zuñi and in some of the Rio Grande pueblos. Not many years
ago, a Hopi was chief of an important fraternity at Sia, a pueblo on
the Jemez River in New Mexico. The Zuñi are quite neighborly and visit
Tusayan to witness the ceremonies or to exchange necklaces of shell
and turquoise beads for blankets. Tradition has it that some of the
clans from the Rio Grande came by way of Zuñi and that Sichomovi has a
strong admixture from that pueblo. In support of this it may be said
that the Zuñi visitors are usually domiciled at Sichomovi, where they
seem very much at home, and many of the people there speak the Zuñi
language.

At the time of the ceremonies, especially those performed in summer,
Tewa from the Rio Grande pueblos come to visit and trade and enjoy the
merrymaking that attends the dances. Some of the people of Hano have
visited their relatives on the Rio Grande, but few of the Hopi are so
far-traveled in these days. There has been for centuries, however,
more or less communication across the vast stretch of arid country
lying between the Great River and Tusayan, and in a number of
instances in the distant past, whole tribes have emigrated from the
east to the Hopi country where they have founded new towns. Although
100 miles away, the Havasupai may also be regarded as near neighbors
who cross the desert to sell their fine baskets and superior
white-tanned deerskins, for which articles there is great demand. The
Hopi also traverse the sandy waste to visit the "People of the
Ladders," as they call the Havasupai, and bring back sacred red ocher
and green copper stone for pigments. The Havasupai and Hopi are
likewise linked by traditions of an ancient time.

Long ago, say the Hopi, the Paiute, who are uncultured but strong in
the art of warfare, came down from the north and harassed them until
the people of Hano vanquished them. The Paiute, although remotely
related, were not friendly to the Hopi, and besides, there was much of
value to be seized from the mesa-dwellers. For this reason the Hopi
did not cultivate the friendship with the Paiute and the only one of
that tribe living in Tusayan is "Tom Sawyer," whose portrait is drawn
in another place.

Nor were the Apache more desirable neighbors. The Hopi tell of the
troublous times when these nomads came from the south and compelled
them to draw up their ladders from the cliff at night. Still, Paiute
and Apache baskets and other aboriginal manufactures found their way
to the pueblos, who were always cosmopolitan in their tastes and did
not allow tribal enmity to interfere with trade.

Far to the south another people were friends of the Hopi. Very long
ago the Pima were closer neighbors and allies of some of the Hopi
clans, who touched them in their wide migrations, which brought them
to the "Palatkwabi." This is the Red Land of the south, lying on the
Verde River and its tributaries. The Hopi lay claim to the Tonto Basin
in southern Arizona, which has been thought to be their ancient
country since far and wide over this southern region is found the
yellow pottery so characteristic of the golden age of the Hopi.
Sometimes still the Hopi visit the Pima, and it is known that formerly
they joined in a fair that was held in the Pima country and brought
back various commodities in exchange for their own products. Even
today agave sweetmeats and alder bark, the latter used for dyeing
leather, are found in Hopi dwellings, having been brought from beyond
"Apache House," as they call the region south of the San Francisco
Mountains where the Apache formerly lived.



II

SOCIAL LIFE


When the crops are harvested and Indian summer is gone and the cold
winds buffet the mesas, the Hopi find comfort in their substantial
houses around their hearth-stones. The change of the season enforces a
pleasant reunion and the people who were occupied with the care as
well as the delights of outdoor summer life, begin to get acquainted
again.

The men have plenty of idle time on their hands,--the masks need
repairing and refurbishing with new colors; there are always moccasins
to be made; the carvers of dolls construct these odd painted figures
from cottonwood procured during the summer, and the weaver works at
his loom. Now the basket maker draws on her stock of split yucca
leaves, twigs and grass, but the potter's craft is in abeyance till
the warm months.

One would think that the winter work falls pretty severely on the
women, but their duties are largely the same in all seasons. There is
corn to be ground, food to be prepared, and water to be carried up the
steep trails. The winter store must be guarded against mice and
vermin and occasionally sunned on the roof. There are, no doubt, many
cares and much labor, but the women take their time and everyone, from
the little child to the experienced old grandmother, lends a helping
hand. A Hopi woman would perhaps not understand our kind commiseration
for the lot that her sex has experienced and thriven under from time
immemorial.

Winter in Tusayan is more enjoyable than otherwise, as the sun is
bright and the sky a clear blue. The snows of winter are nearly as
rare as the rain-storms of summer, much to the regret of the Hopi.
Often the cold at night is intense, but the day may have the crisp
though mild air of a rare day in spring at the East.

Not much change comes over the landscape of Tusayan by the advent of
winter. There are few trees to lose their leaves after a gorgeous
pageant of farewell. The desert plants scarcely ever alter the
appearance of the earth by their leaf tints of spring, summer, or
autumn; with their diminutive leaves and sober color they sink into
the vast surface and are lost among the vivid aerial tints and the
bright hues of the rocks and plains. There are no rivers to be covered
by a sheen of ice, and rarely does a mantle of snow reach across the
deserts from the snow-clad mountains. The winds rave and whirlwinds
swirl the sand along the plain in giant columns, while the sun hangs
lower and lower in the southwest until the Hopi fear that he will
finally depart and leave them in the grasp of winter. But the priests
have potent charms to draw him back, and after the Soyaluna ceremony
at the winter solstice anyone can see that the sun no longer wanders.

Those Hopi who have not laid in a supply of fuel must go
wood-gathering right speedily when cold weather approaches, for the
trees are distant and the day is hardly long enough to get a burro
load piled on the house wall. Every morning also the flocks of sheep
and goats must be driven out from the corrals on the ledges under the
mesas, to browse on the leafless brush.

October is called the Harvest moon. The women who garner the grain
hold a ceremony at this time and great is the feasting and rejoicing
in the pueblo. The winter tightens in November, called the "Neophyte
moon," since the youths of proper age are initiated into the societies
in this month. These beginners bear the sportive name of "Pigeon
Hawks." In even years comes the great ceremony of the New Fire, full
of strange rites of fire worship handed down from the olden time. In
odd years occurs the Na-a-ish-nya ceremony, which like the other is
performed by the New Fire Society. By December, Tusayan is hard in the
grip of winter, and as the spirits are held fast beneath the frozen
ground, they cannot do ill to anyone who speaks about them, so that
many legends and stories and much sacred lore are freely divulged
around the glowing fires of fat piñon wood in the Hopi houses.
Everyone is also on the qui vive for the Soyaluna, in many respects
the most important ceremony in the Hopi calendar, when the first
kachinas appear. December is called the "Hoe moon" because in this
month it is prescribed that the fields shall be cleared for the spring
planting. The wind has perhaps done its share toward clearing movable
things from the fields, but much remains to be done in leveling the
surface for the spring sowing.

No month of winter is too cold for a ceremony. January, called the
"Prayer-stick moon," brings the Alosaka, a ceremony of the Horn
Society with their grotesque masks. During the vicissitudes of this
hard month, more of the beloved kachinas return to their people from
the high peaks of the San Francisco Mountains, poetically known as the
"snow houses," and to these ancestral beings many petitions are made.

February, the hardest month of all the winter, is called the
"Getting-ready moon." It was in this month that the hero of the
Kachina people found melons and green corn near the San Francisco
Mountains. The Powamu ceremony is held during this moon.

If the Hopi should have nearly reached the starvation point, March is
likely to inspire a hope of reaching the end of the disastrous season,
for in sheltered places a few shoots of green appear, and if the
moisture from melting snow is sufficient, perhaps the little _wiwa_
plant springs up, furnishing palatable and nourishing greens. For some
reason March is called the "Prickly-pear moon," and it is the only
month named from a natural object. Perhaps the designation points to a
time when some of the Hopi lived in a clime where the prickly-pear
bloomed in March. This might have been in southern Arizona, whence a
number of clans, for instance, such as the "Agave People," have
derived their names. March ushers in the most disagreeable part of the
year, the season of fierce winds charged with dust and sand which
drift like snow against the sides of the mesas.

This chronicle of the winter of the Hopi, incomplete as it is, shows
that the "Peaceful People" get a great deal of enjoyment out of life
at this season. Many important ceremonies belong to the wintertime and
there are conventions of the different societies. In the underground
meeting-places those entitled to the privileges drop in for gossip, as
at a club, being sure of warmth, agreeable company, and perhaps a
smoke to while away the time. Around the fireside, also, there is a
good company, and plenty of stories, well worth the hearing, are told.
The men may go hunting or make a winter journey to the settlements or
the mountains.

As for the cold, the Hopi seem to regard it lightly. There is little
or no change in the costume, though the blanket or the rabbit-fur robe
comes in handy for a wrap. If a man has an errand out of doors he
trusts to running to keep up the circulation. After the ceremonies,
the men usually ascend, scantily clothed, from the superheated _kivas_
into the bitter air, with utter disregard for the rules of health. The
purity of the air is a saving factor; nevertheless, pulmonary diseases
are common, due to the close, badly ventilated houses more than to any
other causes.

Most visitors to Tusayan see the Hopiland at the best season, when the
cornfields are green and the cottonwoods are in full leaf, when the
desert smiles to its greatest capability and the people are well fed
and happy. The rebirth of Nature begins in April, when the thrifty
farmers cut brush and set up long wind-breaks to protect prospective
crops. The month is named for this circumstance, and like everything
else at the pueblos the time for beginning work is prescribed,
according to custom, by those in authority over the clans.

Frosts and lashing winds often destroy every green shoot in the
spring, save the native plants, which are inured to the weather, and
the people frequently have to mourn the loss of their peaches, their
only desirable fruit, for which they owe a debt to the Spanish friars
of long ago.

In the "Waiting moon," as May is called, all is activity in the
fields, for the planting of the sweet corn goes merrily on and the
Hopi become, for most of the time, an outdoor people. The winds
perhaps have abated their power or have ceased entirely, and life is
more pleasant under the warm sun. Still, with all the work incident to
the care of the fields there is time for ceremony and during the
period between the arrival of the kachinas in December and their
departure in July, there are many minor celebrations by masked dancers
in addition to the great monthly ceremonies. Especially interesting in
the season of awakening life and growing crops are these kachina
dances with their pleasing songs and pageantry, their unlimited
variety and surprises. The "Peaceful People" enjoy this season in the
highest degree. June and July see every Hopi happy, unless there is
something constitutionally wrong with him or he is afflicted with
sickness. It is difficult to realize how thoroughly all Hopi life is
linked with growing things, showing out in their every word and action
and entering into their ideas of the unseen world.

When the sun pauses in his march along the eastern horizon at the
summer solstice, the Hopi spend the day in making feather
prayer-plumes as petitions for blessings. These children of the sun
know the course of _Dawa_, the sun, and read his positions as we the
hands of a clock.

With the departure of the kachinas a new class of ceremonies begins.
The dancers who previously appeared in strange masks and headgear now
perform unmasked, and the cumbrous paraphernalia is laid away for
another year. The great event of the summer, the Snake Dance, is now
at hand, and everyone sets about preparing for a good time. In the
latter part of August, after this ceremony, the pueblo resumes its
normal state and the people settle down to the feast of good things
from their fields, which they attack with primitive zest and
enjoyment. It is greatly to the credit of the Hopi that they work well
and rest well like the unconscious philosophers they are.

The moon of September watches over a scene of peace and plenty in
Tusayan. The cool, clear nights betoken that frosts and the time of
harvest are approaching. The heat of summer is gone and the season is
ideal.

Since the Hopi are good people one would infer that they need no
rulers. One might live among the Hopi for some time and not wittingly
come in contact with a chief or a policeman or any evidence of laws,
but the rulers and laws are there nevertheless.

The voice of the town crier awakens one to the fact that here is the
striking apparatus of some sort of a social clock. It will be found
that there is an organization of which the crier is the ultimate
utterance. Chiefs are there in abundance, the house chief, the kiva
chief, the war chief, the speaker chief who is the crier; chiefs of
clans, who are chiefs of the fraternities: all these are members of
the council that rules the pueblo. The council meets on occasion and
acts for the common weal, and the village chief publishes their
mandates by crier.

In this most democratic organization the agents of the Government who
wish to treat with the Hopi, not finding a responsible head, felt
forced to appoint one. Thus each Hopi pueblo received a supreme ruler,
who neither deceived himself nor the people as to the power he
acquired from Washington, which was nil. The true rulers are the heads
of the clans, and by their wise advice and their knowledge of the
traditional unwritten laws everything is regulated for the tractable
Hopi. Each pueblo acts for itself and knows nothing and cares less for
the doings of the other pueblos, so there has never been a league of
Hopi tribes. In a few instances there was a temporary unity of action,
as when the people of other pueblos destroyed Awatobi, an event
related circumstantially in the tradition. (See p. 210.) Traces of
this independence of action abound in the Southwest. The ancient ruins
show that the clans built each its house cluster apart from the others
and moved when it liked. The present villages are made up of clans and
fragments of clans, each living in the ward where it settled when it
joined the others in the old time.

These clans are larger families of blood relations, who trace their
descent from the mother and who have a general family name or totem,
as Eagle, Tobacco Plant, Cloud, etc. Although no blood relationship
may be traceable between them, no youth and maid of the same clan may
marry, and this seems to be the first law of the clan. The working of
the strange law of mother-right makes the children of no clan
relation to the father. Since the woman owns the house and the
children, the father is only a sojourner in the clan of his wife.

Another law of the greater family was that of mutual help, providing
for the weak, infirm, and unprotected members. From this grows the
hospitality of the Indian, and nowhere does this graceful custom
prevail more than among the Hopi.

As if in recognition of the interests of the whole people in the
farming lands the messengers sent out to bear plume-prayers to the
nature gods while the ceremonies are in progress encircle all the
fields of the pueblo, so that all may receive the blessings of rain.
While the lands are spoken of as belonging to the village, they are
known to have been immemorially divided among the clans, hence at
Walpi the oldest and otherwise ranking clans have the best land. The
division of the land in severalty by the United States government some
years ago had no effect on the ancient boundaries and no one but the
surveyor knows where his lines ran.

Every once in a while the Hopi have a "raising," but instead of the
kind and willing neighbors of the "bee" in the States, here the
workers are clan relations. Coöperation or communal effort goes a long
way toward explaining why the days of the Pueblo dweller are long in
the land and the Mormon settlers in the Southwest also followed this
primitive law which goes into effect wherever men are gathered for the
common weal.

Laws are but expressions of common sense formulated by the wisest and
most experienced. The Hopi must have good laws, for though their laws
are stronger by far than those written and refined by civilization,
the people observe them unconsciously and never feel the burden. There
are so few infractions of the law that it is difficult to say what the
various punishments are. The taking of life by force or law is
unknown; the respect of mine and thine is the rule among the Hopi, and
so on through the temptations of life that beset mortals. There is no
desire to place the Hopi on a pedestal and declare them perfect, for
they are not; but in many ways they set their civilized brothers an
example. As to punishment, it is probable that a loss of standing in a
fraternity, ostracism from the clan or pueblo, and ridicule are the
suasive penalties.

With the increased influence of education and contact with white
people the business side of the Hopi is being brought out, and because
from time immemorial they have been chief among the traffickers in the
primitive commerce of the Southwest, they have rapidly assimilated the
devices of modern trade. They have their own native merchants and are
gradually becoming independent of the trader. The latter say they
would rather deal with six Navaho than one Hopi, because the Navaho
does not haggle, while the Hopi, with the thrift that is bringing him
to the front, is determined to get the benefit of a bargain.

The Pueblo folk retire early and leave the safety of the village to
the patrol. Some one is always on guard about the pueblo, whether it
be the children amusing themselves on the rocks,--and these little
folks have eyes as sharp as any,--or the grown people looking off into
the country for "signs," a custom which has become habitual with them.
The night patrol is a survival of the times when the whole village was
a committee of safety, for the outside foes were fierce and
treacherous.

If running about the town keeping the dogs barking and good folks
awake is the principal office of the patrol, then it is eminently
successful and the pueblos furnish nocturnal noises on the scale of
the cities of civilization. The tradition of the coming of the Flute
clan speaks of the watchman of Walpi, who was Alosaka, a horned being
alert as a mountain sheep. The Flute migrants also sent out "Mountain
Sheep" to ascertain whether human beings lived in the locality. During
some of the ceremonies there are vigilant patrols, and on a few
ceremonial days no living being is allowed to come into the pueblo
from the outside, formerly under pain of death at the hands of the
fraternity guards. It is thought that the trouble arising between the
Spaniards and the Hopi on that first visit to Tusayan in 1540 was due
to a violation of the ceremonial bar, and not to the belligerent habit
of the Indians.

The village shepherds have an easy, though very monotonous
occupation. They have the advantage of other Arizona shepherds because
their charges are brought at nightfall into secure corrals among the
rocks below the town and do not require care till morning. Frequently
one sees a woman and a child driving the herd around, in what seems a
vain search for green things that a sheep with a not too fastidious
appetite might eat. Formerly, at least, the office of herder was
bestowed by the village chief, much as was once the case with the
village swineherd or gooseherd of Europe in olden time.

Perhaps a visitor straying about a Hopi village at a time when there
are no ceremonies in progress may find a quaint street market,
conducted by a few women squatted on the ground, with their wares
spread in front of them. Such markets are only a faint reflection of
those which have been held in Mexico from time immemorial; but it is
interesting to know that the Hopi have such an institution, because it
shows a step in political economy that has been rarely noticed among
the Indians in the United States. The little barter by exchange that
goes on here, accompanied with the jollity of the Hopi women, has in
it the germ of commerce with its world-embracing activities. Here it
is found also that woman has her place as the beginner and promoter of
buying and selling as she has in the inception of many other lines of
human progress.

Honi, the speaker-chief, is the living newspaper of Walpi, or rather
he is a vocal bulletin-board. Like the reader for the United States
Senate, his voice is of the robust kind, and for this qualification,
perhaps, he was selected to make the numerous announcements from the
housetops. His news is principally of a religious character, such as
the beginning and progress of the many ceremonies at the pueblo, but
there is a fair sprinkling of secular notices of interest to the
community. Honi, however, is only a voice crying in the wilderness at
the bidding of the secret council or of the heads of the brotherhoods
who are the true rulers of the pueblos, because they have the destiny
of the flock in their hands. He holds, however, the office of
speaker-chief, the pay of which is not highly remunerative, but the
duties do not interfere with the pursuit of other occupations, since
his announcements are made usually when the people have gathered in
the town after their day's labor in the fields. No doubt, Honi regards
himself and is regarded by others as an important functionary who,
with the house chief, has the privilege of frequenting the Mong-kiva
or council chamber of the pueblo. The town crier's announcements
attracted the notice of the Spanish conquerors in the early days as
they have that of modern travelers. In the quaint language of
Castañeda, speaking of Zuñi: "They have priests who preach to them
whom they call papas. These are the elders. They go up on the highest
roof of the village and preach to the village from there, like public
criers in the morning while the sun is rising, the whole village
being silent and sitting in the galleries, to listen. They tell them
how to live, and I believe that they give certain commandments for
them to keep."

It must be admitted that Honi's is an ancient and honorable office,
found useful by civilized communities before the time of newspapers
and surviving yet, as the _sereno_ of Spain.

It is surprising, by the way, how fast news flies in Hopiland. The
arrival of a white man is known the whole length and breadth of
Tusayan in an incredibly short time. A fondness for small talk,
together with the dearth of news, make it incumbent upon every Hopi,
when anything happens, to pass the word along.

To a visitor encamped below the Walpi mesa the novelty of hearing the
speaker-chief for the first time is a thing long to be remembered. Out
of the darkness and indescribable silence of the desert comes a voice,
and such a voice! From the heights above it seems to come out of space
and to be audible for an infinite distance. It takes the form of a
chant, long drawn and full of sonorous quality. Everyone listens
breathlessly to the important message, and when the crier finishes
after the third repetition, an Indian informs us that the substance of
the announcement was that the wire which "Washington" had promised to
send had come and that in two days the villages would go out to build
fences.

That Honi's messages are worth hearing is witnessed by the following
announcement of the New Fire ceremony. Honi, standing on the housetop
at sun-up, intones:

    All people awake, open your eyes, arise,
    Become children of light, vigorous, active, sprightly;
    Hasten, Clouds, from the four world-quarters.
    Come, Snow, in plenty, that water may abound when summer appears.
    Come, Ice, and cover the fields that after planting, they may yield
        abundantly.
    Let all hearts be glad.
    The Wuwutchimtu will assemble in four days.
    They will encircle the villages, dancing and singing.
    Let the women be ready to pour water upon them
    That moisture may come in plenty and all shall rejoice.

This is a good example of the poetry of the Hopi which, in the kachina
songs, is of no low degree of artistic expression.

The Hopi use the world for a dial and the sun for the clock-hand. The
sun-priest from his observatory on a point of the mesa watches the
luminary as carefully as any astronomer. He determines the time for
the beginning of each ceremony or important event in the life of the
pueblo, such as corn planting, by the rising or setting of the sun
behind a certain peak or notch in the marvelous mountain profile on
the eastern and western horizons. These profiles are known to him as
we know the figures on a watch face. Along them he notes the march of
the seasons, and at the proper time the town-crier chants his
announcement from the housetops.

The clear air of Tusayan renders the task of the sun-priest easy; this
primitive astronomer has the best of skies for observation. By day the
San Francisco peaks, a hundred miles away, stand clearly silhouetted
on the horizon; by night the stars are so brilliant that one can
distinguish objects by their light.

The Hopi also know much of astronomy, and not only do they have names
for the planets and particular stars, but are familiar with many
constellations, the Pleiades especially being venerated, as among many
primitive peoples. The rising and position of the Pleiades determine
the time of some important ceremonies when the "sweet influences"
reign. Any fixed star may be used to mark off a period of time by
position and progress in the heavens as the sun is used by day. The
moon determines the months, but there is no word for "year" or for the
longer periods of time. Days are marked by "sleeps," thus today is
_pui_ or "now"; the days of the week are two sleeps, three sleeps,
etc.; _tabuco_ is "yesterday."

While the larger periods of time are kept with accuracy, so that the
time of beginning the ceremonies varies but little from year to year,
the Hopi have poor memories for dates. No one knows his age, and many
of these villages seem to live within the shifting horizons of
yesterday and tomorrow. The priests, however, keep a record of the
ceremonies by adding to their _tiponi_, or palladium of their society,
a feather for each celebration. At Zuñi a record of the death of
priests of the war society is kept by making scratches on the face of
a large rock near a shrine, and by this method a Hopi woman keeps
count of the days from the child's birth to the natal ceremony. Ask a
Hopi when some event happened, and he will say, "_Pai he sat o_,"
meaning "some time ago, when my father was a boy"; stress on the word
means a longer time, and if the event was long beyond the memory of
man, the Indian will almost shake his head off with emphasis.

The only notched time-stick is that jealously guarded by the sun
priest, and no one knows just how he makes his calculations from it.

As for dinner time, the great sun and "the clock inside" attend to
that; _dawa yamu_, _dawa nashab_, and _dawa poki_ stand for "sunrise,"
"noonday," and "sunset." If the Hopi makes an appointment for a
special hour, he points to where the sun will be at that time. The
seasons are known to him in a general way as the time of the cold or
snow, the coming back of the sun (winter solstice), the time of bean
or corn planting, the time of green corn, the time of harvest, etc.,
but there is a calendar marked by the ceremonies held during each
month.

Perhaps these children of the sun are happier in not being slaves of
the second as we have become. Our watches, which they call _dawa_,
"the sun," have not bound them to the wheel by whose turning we seem
to advance. They are satisfied with the grander procession of the
heavenly bodies, and their days fade into happy forgetfulness.

An experience of several years ago may here be related in order to
show how the clan name of a Hopi is a veritable part of himself and
also links him to his clan and the most intimate religious and secular
life of the pueblo.

There was a jolly crowd of Hopi under the dense shade of a cottonwood
on the Little Colorado River one hot day in July. The mound of earth,
strewn with chips of flint and potsherds like a buried city on the
Euphrates, had yielded its secrets, and the house walls of the ancient
town of Homolobi resembled a huge honeycomb on the bluff.

The Hopi, who had worked like Trojans in laying bare the habitations
of their presumptive ancestors, were now assembled to receive their
wages in silver dollars, which they expressively call "little white
cakes." Around were scattered the various belongings of an Indian
camp, among which tin cans were prominent; a wind-break had been
constructed of cottonwood boughs; from the tree hung the shells of
turtles caught in the river; a quantity of wild tobacco was spread out
to dry in the sun, and several crop-eared burros hobbling about on
three legs were enjoying an unusually luxuriant pasture of sage-brush.

"Paying off" is surrounded with attractions for all sorts and
conditions of men. The Hopi seemed like a lot of children anticipating
a holiday, as they sat in a circle around Dr. Fewkes, who was
paymaster. This was their first experience, perhaps, with Government
"red tape," of whose intricacies they must have had but the faintest
idea. There are times when blissful ignorance is to be envied.

The "sub-vouchers" were filled out with the time of service and the
amount to be paid, and as the doctor's clerk called out the names, the
boys came forward to sign. An Indian sign his name! Curiously enough,
every Hopi from the least to the greatest can sign his name, and he
does not have to resort to the "X-mark" of our boasted civilization.

Perhaps it would be better to say "draws his name," for when the first
Indian grasped the pen in the most unfamiliar way imaginable, he drew
the picture of a rabbit, the next drew a tobacco plant, the third a
lizard, and so on, until the strangest collection of signatures that
ever graced a Government voucher-book was completed.

It must be explained that each Hopi has an everyday name which his
fond relatives devised for him during infancy, and a clan name, which
shows his blood relationship or family. Nowhere, even in these days of
ancestor hunting, is more importance given to family than in Hopiland.
If you ask, "Who is this man?" the answer may be, for instance,
"Kopeli," his individual name. "But what is he in Walpi?" "He is a
_chua_," that is, he belongs to the important Snake clan and his totem
signature is a crawling reptile.

It affords great amusement to the Hopi when a person, not acquainted
with their customs, asks a man his name; it is also very embarrassing
to the man asked, unless there is a third party at hand to volunteer
the service, because no Hopi can be prevailed on to speak his own name
for fear of the bad consequences following "giving himself away."



III

FOOD AND REARING


Indian legend tells of a time when all was water; then land was made;
for a long time the earth was too wet for human beings and at last the
earth was dried out by a mighty fire. All these are pretty stories for
those who are looking for deluge legends and the effects of blazing
comets, but if the Indian account is true, the drying process was
carried entirely too far in the Southwest. Water! water! water! The
word gains a new significance in this arid region. There is a
rippling, cooling, refreshing note in it, a soothing of parched lips
and a guaranty against death from thirst. So, all conversation among
the people is replete with references to this mainstay of life, and
one comes, like them, to discuss the water question with an earnest
regard for its problems.

Wherever there is water, almost always will there be found ancient
ruins. In modern times the windmill of the settler often stands by the
spring which quenched the thirst of the ancient inhabitants of a now
crumbling pueblo. The blessings which were invoked in Biblical times
upon the man who "digged a well" apply also in this semi-desert, for
Syria and Arizona do not differ greatly in climate. The Bedouin with
his horses and camels would not be out of place on the sand wastes of
our Sahara; nor were the Spanish conquerors on unfamiliar ground when
they exchanged the dusty plains and naked sierras of their native land
for those of the New World.

The traveler in Spain, northern Africa, or Asia Minor is impressed
with the similarity between these countries and our Southwest, so that
the name of New Spain, early applied by the Spaniards to all of
Mexico, seems very appropriate. Like these countries, too, our
Southwest is a land of thirst; the dry air and fervent sun parch the
skin and devour every trace of moisture. (One feels as though he were
placed under a bell glass exhausted of air undergoing the shriveling
process of the apple in the experiment.)

So, before taking a journey, one inquires not so much of the roads and
distances, but whether water may be found, for it is often necessary
to submit to that most unpleasant of contingencies, a "dry camp." Many
parts of Arizona and New Mexico cannot easily be visited except in
favorable seasons, because one is told, "it's a hundred miles to
water." The Hopi often provide for the long journeys across waterless
country by hiding water at points along the route. This wise
precaution, which was noticed by the Spanish explorers of the
sixteenth century, consists of burying sealed water-jars in the sand,
their situation being indicated by "signs." Far from the ancient or
modern habitation these jars, uncovered by the wind, are often
discovered by riders on the cattle ranges.

Not only must the dusty explorer "haul water," for even the railroads
across the semi-desert are provided with tank trains for water
service, and the water tanks of the huge locomotive tenders of all
trains are of unusual capacity.

Far out on the sandy, sage-brush plains are frequently seen small
cairns of stones, called by the knowing ones "Indian water signs,"
pointing out the direction of water, but the more common signs are the
trails made by cattle on which a myriad of tracks in the dust point to
water, miles away perhaps, and oftentimes, when the tracks are not
fresh, leading to a dried-up pool, surrounded by carcasses or
bleaching bones.

The Navaho herdsman or herdswoman is a person with great
responsibility, for the sheep and ponies must have water at least
every three or four days. When a well-defined thunder-storm passes
within twenty or thirty miles of his camp he starts for the path of
its influence, knowing that there will be pools of water and
quick-springing herbs and grass. This chasing a thunder-storm is
novel--and much more satisfactory than chasing a rainbow. Even the
wild cattle scent the water and make for it, running like race-horses.

As a matter of fact, the animals of the desert have of necessity
become used to doing without water. So far as one can determine, the
rats, mice, squirrels, badgers, coyotes, prairie-dogs, skunks, and
other denizens of the sand-wastes so rarely get a good drink of water
that they seem to have outgrown the need of it. Cattle and horses have
also developed such powers of abstinence as might put a camel to
shame. There is a belief in the Western country that at least one of
the burrows of a prairie-dog town penetrates to water, but whether
this be true or not, judging from some of the locations of these queer
animal villages the tribe of gophers must contain adepts in abysmal
engineering.

One does not live long in the wilds of Arizona without becoming
weatherwise and, perhaps, skilled in signs and trails like a
frontiersman. The country is so open that the weather for a hundred
miles or more can be taken in at a glance and the march of several
storms observed at once, even though the sound of wind and thunder be
far out of hearing. At Flagstaff, for instance, it is easy to tell
when the Hopi are rejoicing in a rain, although it is more than a
hundred miles away.

In a country with so little rainfall as Tusayan and in which the soil
consists largely of sand with underlying porous rocks, springs are few
and their flow scanty. The rivers, also, during most of the year, flow
far beneath their sandy beds, which only once in a while are torn by
raging torrents. This is one of the many novelties of a country that
probably offers more attractions than any land on earth.

Around the springs the life of the Hopi comes to a focus, for here, at
all hours of the day, women and girls may be seen filling their
canteens, getting them well adjusted in the blankets on their backs
for the toilsome climb up the trail. A feeling of admiration tinged
with pity arises for these sturdy little women who in the blanket tied
across the forehead literally by the sweat of their brows carry half a
hundredweight of water up a height of nearly half a thousand feet.
_Mang i uh_, "tired?" one asks them. _Okiowa mang i uh_, "Yes, alas,
very tired!" they answer, these slaves of the spring.

At the edge of the water in the spring, where nothing can disturb
them, are green-painted sticks with dangling feathers. These are
offerings to the gods who rule the water element. At none of the
frequent ceremonies of the Hopi are the springs forgotten, for a
messenger carries prayer-sticks to them and places them in the water.
In former times offerings of pottery and other objects were thrown
into springs by devout worshippers.

Around the springs are gardens in which onions and other "garden
sauce" are grown. When it is possible, a little rill is led from the
spring into the gardens. The growing greens lend much to the drear
surroundings of the springs, but the plants must be enclosed by a
stone wall to keep away marauding burros and goats.

At least one spring at each pueblo is dug out and enlarged, forming a
pool at the bottom of an excavation ten feet deep and thirty in
diameter, with a graded way leading down to the water. These springs
are convenient for watering the thirsty stock, but they are especially
used in the ceremonies. During the Flute Dance, for example, they form
the theater of an elaborate ceremony in which the priests wade in the
spring and blow their flutes in the water.

All the springs have been given descriptive names. At Walpi, there are
Dawapa, "sun spring"; Ishba, "wolf spring"; Canelba, "sheep spring";
Kokiungba, "spider spring"; Wipoba, "rush spring"; Kachinapa, "kachina
spring," and a number of others, around which cluster many
associations dear to the good people of the East Mesa. Like the Hopi,
every other human being who fares in the dry Southwest unconsciously
becomes a devotee of water worship and eventually finds himself in the
grip of the powers of Nature whom the Indians beseech for the
fertilizing rain.

Springs are often uncertain quantities in this region. Earthquakes
have been known to swallow up springs in one place and to cause them
to burst out at another far away. One can readily imagine what a
terrible calamity such a phenomenon can be in so dry a country, for
the only thing the people can do under such circumstances is to move
and to move quickly. It seems probable that some of the many ancient
Indian settlements that make the Southwest a ruin-strewn region have
been caused by just such fickleness in the water supply.

When modern engineering comes to the aid of the Hopi in storing the
occasional vast rushes of water for use throughout the year, a new era
will dawn for the Peaceful People. They may then become prosperous
farmers and gradually forget the days when they invoked the powers of
nature with strange charms and ceremonies.

If the Hopi know well the springs, they are not less perfect in
knowledge of plants that are useful to them. One day Kopeli, the
former Snake chief, undertook to teach his pupil, Kuktaimu, the lore
of the plants growing near the East Mesa. They set out for a flooded
cornfield near the wash, and long before they reached it, they could
hear the watchers emitting blood-curdling yells to scare away the
hated _angwishey_, crows, that from time to time made a dash for the
toothsome ears.

It goes without saying that the day was beautiful, for in August
thunder-cloud masses often fill the sky with graceful forms, tinted
beneath by a rosy glow reflected from the surface of the red plains.
The rain had started the vegetation anew and the deep green cornfields
showed its benign influences.

Kopeli was communicative, but Kuktaimu, although having been blessed
by Saalako with a Hopi name, was weak in the subtleties of Hopi speech
and missed many points to which, out of politeness, he responded
_Owi_, "yes." Still, the queer-sounding names of the plants and their
uses given by Kopeli were duly put down on paper, for which the Hopi
have a word which literally means _corn-husk_. On their journey around
the cornfields they met various groups of watchers, some reclining
beneath the sloping farm shelters of cottonwood boughs, some chatting
together or gnawing ears of corn roasted in a little fire. Everyone
requested matches and willingly assisted in conferences over plants of
which Kopeli might be doubtful. Boys with their bows and arrows tried
for shots at crows, and little girls minded the babies. Life in the
fields is full of enjoyment to the Hopi, and the children especially
delight to spend a day picnicking amidst the rustling corn-leaves.

The plants having been hunted out in the cornfields, Kopeli and
Kuktaimu sought higher ground among the rocks below the mesa, where
different species of plants grow. At the foot of the gray rocks are
found many plants of great medicinal and ceremonial value to the Hopi,
according to the Snake priest, who grew enthusiastic over a small
silvery specimen with pungent odor. "Very good medicine," he said. At
this juncture, when the plant had been carefully placed in the
collecting papers, Kopeli made a characteristic gesture by rapidly
sliding one of his palms over the other and said _pasha_, "all." The
nearness of the evening meal must have been the influence that caused
Kopeli to say that the flora of Tusayan had been exhausted in a
single day's search, for subsequent journeys about the mesas brought
to light many other plants that have place in Hopi botany.

It is surprising to find such a general knowledge of the plants of
their country as is met with among the Hopi. No doubt this wonder
arises among those who live the artificial life of the cities. The
Hopi is a true child of the desert and near to the desert's heart. His
surroundings do not furnish clear streams, grassy meadows, and massy
trees; there is much that is stern and barren at first glance, and
there is a meagerness except in vast outlooks and brilliant coloring.
Here Nature is stripped and all her outlines are revealed; the rocks,
plains and mountains stand out boldly in the clear air. Still, in all
this barrenness there is abundance of animal and vegetal life which
has adapted itself to the semi-desert, and if one becomes for the time
a Hopi, he may find in odd nooks and corners many things delightful
both to the eyes and the understanding.

There are few Hopi who do not know the herbs and simples, and some are
familiar with the plants that grow, in the mountains and canyons,
hundreds of miles from their villages. Even the children know many of
the herbs, and more than once I have successfully asked them for their
Indian names. This is not strange, because such things are a part of
their education and in this way they are in advance of the majority of
their civilized brothers. After a while the idea impresses one that
the Hopi depend on the crops of Nature's sowing as much as on the
products of their well-tilled fields. Many a time, as the legends
tell, the people were kept from famine by the plants of the desert,
which, good or bad seasons alike, thrust their gray-green shoots
through the dry sands, a reminder of the basis of all flesh.

Perhaps all the Hopi believe that the wild plants are most valuable
for healing and religious purposes, for the plants they use in
medicine would stock a primitive drug store. Bunches of dried herbs,
roots, etc., hang from the ceiling beams of every house, reminding one
of the mysterious bundles of "yarbs" in a negro cabin, and, as
occasion requires, are made into teas and powders for all sorts of
ills.

Hopi doctors have a theory and practice of medicine, just as have
their more learned white brethren. Without the remotest acquaintance
with the schools dividing the opinions of our medicine-afflicted race,
they unconsciously follow a number of the famous teachings. So, if a
patient has a prickling sensation in the throat a tea made from the
thistle will perform a cure, as "like cures like." The hairy seeds of
the clematis will make the hair grow, and the fruit of a prolific
creeping plant should be placed in the watermelon hills to insure many
melons. The leaves of a plant named for the bat are placed on the head
of a restless child to induce it to sleep in the daytime, because that
is the time the slothful bat sleeps. It is not often that Hopi
children require an application of bat-plant medicine, but even the
best of children get fractious sometimes.

Many are the strange uses of plants by the Hopi, and much curious lore
has gathered about them. Some of the plants are named for the animals
and insects which live upon them, such as "the caterpillar, his corn,"
"the mole, his corn"; while some, from fancied resemblances, are
called "rat's ear," "bat plant," "rattle plant," etc. Two plants
growing in company are believed to be related and one is spoken of as
the child of the other. Plants are also known as male and female, and
each belongs to its special point of the compass. Many are used in the
religious ceremonies; those beloved by the gods appear on the
prayer-sticks offered to beseech the kind offices of the nature
deities.

Strange as it may seem, the Hopi have medicine women as well as
medicine men. The best known of these is Saalako, the mother of the
Snake priest. She brews the dark medicine for the Snake dance and
guards the secret of the antidote for snake bites. The writer once met
at the place called "Broad House" a Navaho medicine man. He was a
wrinkled, grizzled specimen of humanity mounted on a burro and was
hunting for herbs, as was seen by a glance into the pouch which he
wore by his side. A little tobacco induced him to dismount and spread
out his store of herbs. When shown the writer's collection of plants,
he became much interested, no doubt believing that he had found a
fellow practitioner. He requested samples of several of the plants,
and when they were given him, stored them away in his pouch with every
evidence of satisfaction.

The Hopi priests are also very glad to receive any herb coming from
far off, especially from the sea-coast, "the land of the far water,"
as they call it. They treasure such carefully and mix it with sacred
smoking tobacco or introduce it into the "charm liquid" which is used
in every ceremony to mix the paint for the prayer-sticks and to
sprinkle during their strange rites.

An American farmer might be at a loss to recognize a Hopi cornfield
when he saw one. In the usually dry stream beds or "washes" he would
see low clumps of vegetation, arranged with some regularity over the
sand. This is the Hopi cornfield, so planted in order to get the
benefit of rains which, falling higher up, may fill the washes, for
the summer thunder-storms are very erratic in their favors.

The Hopi farmer sets out to plant, armed only with a dibble which
serves as plow, hoe, and cultivator combined. Arriving at the waste of
sand which is his unpromising seed-field, he sits down on the ground,
digs a hole, and puts in perhaps twenty grains, covering them with the
hands. Whether he has any rule like

    One for the cutworm,
      One for the crow,
    One for luck,

is doubtful, but in the years when cutworms are likely to be
plentiful he plants more corn to the hill.

One hill finished, he gets up, moves away about ten feet, sits down,
and goes through the same process. He never thins the corn, but leaves
the numerous stalks close together for shade and protection from the
winds. His care of the field consists merely in hoeing the weeds and
keeping a watch on the crows, which he frightens away by demoniac
shouts. His scarecrows are also wonders of ingenuity, and many a time
one takes them for watchful Indians.

When the corn is fit for roasting ears the Hopi get fat and there is
feasting from morn till night. Tall columns of smoke arise from the
roasting pits in the fields. These large pits are dug in the sand,
heated with burning brush, filled with roasting ears, and closed up
tightly for a day. The opening of a pit is usually the occasion of
frolicking and feasting, where laughter and song prevail. Some of the
corn is consumed at once in making puddings and other dishes of which
the Hopi prepare many, and what remains is dried on the cob and hung
in bunches in the houses for the winter.

The ears of the Indian corn are close to the ground and are hidden by
the blades, which touch the sand. The blades are usually tattered and
blown away by the wind, so that by the time the corn is ripe, the
fodder is not of much value. The ripe corn is gathered and laboriously
carried by back-loads up the steep mesa to the houses, where it is
stored away in the corn chamber. Here the ears are piled up in
symmetrical walls, separate from the last year's crop, which may now
be used, as the Hopi, taught by famine, keep one year's harvest in
reserve. Once in a while, the women bring out the old corn, spread it
on the roof to sun, and carefully brush off each ear before returning
it to the granary, for in this dry country, though corn never molds,
insect pests are numerous.

Among the superstitions connected with corn the Hopi believe that the
cobs of the seed corn must not be burned until rain has fallen on the
crop for fear of keeping away or "drying up" the rains.

No cereal in the world is so beautiful as Hopi corn. The grains,
though small, are full and highly polished; the ears are white,
yellow, red of several shades, a lovely rose madder, blue, a very dark
blue or purple which the Hopi call black, and mottled. A tray of
shelled corn of various colors looks like a mosaic.

In the division of labor, the planting, care of the corn in the fields
and the harvesting belong to the men. When the brilliant ears are
garnered, then the women's work begins. No other feature of the Hopi
household is so interesting as the row of three or more slabs placed
slantwise in stone-lined troughs sunk in the floor; these are their
mills. They are of graded fineness, and this is also true of the
oblong hand stones, or _manos_, which are rubbed upon them with an up
and down motion as in using a washboard. Sometimes three women work
at the mills; the first woman grinds the corn into coarse meal on the
coarse stone and passes her product over to the second, who grinds it
still finer, and the third finishes it on the last stone; sometimes
one woman alone carries the meal through the successive stages, but it
is a poor household that cannot furnish two grinders. The skill with
which the woman spreads the meal over the grinding slab by a flirt of
the hand as the _mano_ is brought up for the return stroke is truly
remarkable, and the rhythmic precision of all the motions suggests a
machine. The weird song sung by the grinders and the rumble of the
mill are characteristic sounds of the Hopi pueblos, and as the women
grinders powder their perspiring faces with meal while they work, they
look well the part of millers. Little girls are early taught to grind,
and they often may be prevailed upon to display their accomplishment
before visitors.

The finely ground meal is piled and patted into conical heaps on the
flat basket trays, making quite an exhibition of which the Hopi women
are very proud, much meal indicating diligence as well as a bountiful
supply of the staff of life. Grinding is back-breaking work, and one
humanely wishes that the Hopi women, and especially the immature
girls, could be relieved of this too heavy task.

While corn-meal enters into all Hopi cooking as the chief ingredient,
most of it is made into "paper bread," called _piki_, resembling more
than anything else the material of a hornet's nest. This bread is
made from batter, colored gray with wood ashes, dexterously spread
very thinly with the hand over a heated slab of stone. _Piki_ bakes
quickly, coming free from the slab and is directly folded up into
convenient compass and so crisp is it that it crackles like paper.
Sometimes it is tinted with attractive colors for festal occasions,
such as the Kachina ceremonies.

Before a dance the women busily prepare food and the girls go about
speechless, with mouths full of meal, "chewing yeast" for the corn
pudding. This and other ins and outs of the kitchen make the knowing
traveler rather shy of the otherwise attractive-looking Hopi food.

Surely corn is the "mother" of the Hopi. All the powers of nature are
invoked to grant a good crop by giving rain and fertility, and the
desire for corn is the central motive of the numerous ceremonies of
the villagers of Tusayan. If the prayers of the Hopi could be
formulated like the "_Om mane padme hum_" of the Hindus, it would be
in the smaller compass of these words, "Grant us corn!" Nor are these
simple villagers ungrateful for such blessings. Kopeli used to stand
looking over his thriving cornfield and say with fervor, "_Kwa kwi,
Kwa kwi_," "thanks, thanks," and it was evident that the utterance was
made with true thankfulness and a spirit of devotion.

It is difficult to imagine the ancient people without corn; but very
long ago, as the legends tell, they did not know this cereal. Certain
it is they were not then pueblo dwellers and had not spread far in the
Southwest. They lived in the places where there was game, and for the
same reason that the important food animals lived in such places,--the
presence of vegetation that would sustain life.

Their life was along the foot hills of well-watered and timbered
mountains rising from plains, where with the flesh of game and seeds
and roots of plants they could supply their semi-savage wants. Long
perhaps they roved thus as hunters until they drifted to the land of
promise--the semi-desert where agriculture of grain plants was born
and there they received "mother corn." Henceforward all the former
sources of food wrested from a niggard Nature became as nothing to
this food of foods, but even to this day the Hopi have not forgotten
their old-time intimate knowledge of the resources in fields not sown
by human hands. With corn, which possesses a high food value and is
easily raised, stored, and preserved, the Hopi and their Pueblo
brethren spread without fear throughout the semi-arid lands.

It has been pointed out that a constant diet of corn produces
disagreeable physiological effects, and this is suggested for the use
of chile and other condiments, the mixture of corn food with meat and
vegetable substances, and, in fact, for the multifarious ways of
preparing and cooking corn. This necessity for variety also gives an
explanation of the resourcefulness of the Hopi housewife and has
acted as a spur to her invention of palatable dishes.

The vocabulary of corn in the Hopi language is extensive and contains
words descriptive even of the parts of the plant that are lacking to
most civilized people. The importance of corn is also reflected in the
numerous words describing the kinds of meal, the dishes made from corn
or in which corn enters, and of the various ways in which it is
prepared by fire for the consumption of the ever-hungry Hopi. To give
an incomplete census of corn foods, there are fifteen kinds of _piki_
or paper bread, three kinds of mush; five of short-cake; eleven of
boiled corn; four kinds baked or roasted in the coals; two cooked by
frying; four stewed and eight of cooked shelled corn, making fifty-two
varieties.

After the paper bread, perhaps the most popular food is _pigame_, or
sweet corn mush, wrapped in corn-husk and baked in an underground
oven. Another standby is shelled corn soaked and boiled till each
grain swells to several times the normal size. The Hopi like their
food well-cooked and know the art of making each starch grain expand
to the limit. A book of Hopi cookery would be bulky, but how
interesting to the housewife who would know how to make plain food
appetizing without milk or eggs, and who would learn new and strange
combinations! There are cakes made from dried fruits, chopped meat,
and straw, put on the roof to dry; dumplings formed around old
hammerstones, corn dodgers, pats of corn-meal mush wrapped in corn
husk and boiled or baked, and many other styles of food that would
seem strange to other than a Hopi epicure.

When it is time to dine, a large bowl of stew is placed on the floor
as the _piece de resistance_ and beside it a tray of _piki_. Each
member of the family breaks off a piece of _piki_, and, holding it
between thumb and finger, it is dragged through the stew much like a
seine to catch as many particles of meat as possible, then deposited
far back in the mouth so that the stew adhering to the fingers may be
cleared off with a resounding smack of the lips. A traveler to Hopi in
1869 describes a more formal meal which consisted of mutton, dried
peaches, blue _piki_, coffee, and a drink made by steeping the roasted
heart of agave in water. This writer says:

  You take a small piece, lay a fragment of mutton and some peaches
  upon it or a little of the sweet liquid and bolt the mass, spoon
  and all. This dinner, though prepared and cooked by Indians,
  tasted better than many a meal eaten by us in border settlements
  cooked by whites.

Hopi women assiduously gather the seeds of grasses and other plants,
which they grind up and add to corn-meal to improve the flavor of the
bread, or, perhaps, a prized bread is made entirely of the ground seed
of some desert plant. Oily seeds, such as those of the piñon, pumpkin,
and melons are ground to form shortening in various cakes and to add
richness to stews. Often food is colored with harmless vegetable
dyes, no doubt with the deep-laid scheme on the part of the mother of
the household to cause the familiar fare to be attacked with renewed
zest. Our tradition of "spring lamb with mint sauce" is duplicated by
stewed rabbit with _nanakopshi_ greens, which, with various other
herbs, are put to appropriate uses by the master of the Hopi culinary
art.



IV

THE WORKERS


The Hopi believe in the gospel of work, which is evenly divided
between the men and the women.

When it is said that people work, there is, unconsciously perhaps, a
desire to know the reason, which is rarely a subject of curiosity when
people amuse themselves. Come to think of it, the answer is an old
one, and a Hopi, if asked why he works, might put forward the first
great cause, _nusha_, "food."

Not only must the Hopi work to supply his wife and little ones, but he
must do his share for his clan, which is the large family of
blood-relations, bound together by the strongest ties and customs of
mutual helpfulness. This family is an object of the greatest pride, a
little world of its own, in which every member from the least to the
greatest has duties and responsibilities. So all labor--men, women,
and the little ones, who add their tiny share. The general division of
work gives the woman the affairs of the household, and the man the
cultivation of the fields. Men plant corn and the older women often
help hoe it, and the women and children frequently go down to the
fields and watch the crops to keep off birds.

When the harvest is gathered, taken up the mesa, and put into the
granary, man's interest in it ceases, except in the matter of eating a
large share. Never was a Hopi who was not hungry. Much of the woman's
time is taken up in grinding corn and baking bread. The water-carrying
falls to her, and this duty might give rise to a suspicion that she
has the larger share of the burdens, if the Hopi were not compelled to
be frugal in the use of water. Besides the duties mentioned, she may
also add that of potter, basket maker, house builder, and sometimes
carver of dolls and maker of moccasins. Then the children must be
cared for, but everyone takes a hand at that, including the children
themselves. If it were not for the numerous ceremonies, woman's work
in Hopiland would be much easier. Grinding, baking, water-carrying,
and the bother and hurry of preparation for various events continue
with painful iteration. The Hopi housewife can give full condolence to
her white sister who has borne the burdens of a church festival, and
the plaint that "woman's work is never done" would sound familiar to
her ears. Still, rarely is she heard to bewail her lot, and it may be
depended on that no maidens bloom in idleness about her house.

But the men also follow crafts, and of these, carding, spinning,
dyeing, and weaving are exclusively man's work in contrast with the
Navaho, among whom such matters are woman's work. His also is the task
of wood-gathering, which takes him far afield, since there is hardly
a growing thing in the neighborhood worth collecting for fuel. Coal
there is in the ground in plenty, but the Hopi make less use of it
than did their ancestors, and the householder sets out from time to
time with a burro or two for the distant mesas, where the stunted
cedars grow, to lay in wood for cooking. Each year the cedars get
farther away, so that at some future time the Hopi may have to make
use of the neglected coal.

A Hopi is in a fair way to become a great man among his kin when he
owns horses and a wagon. In consequence of such wealth, he usually
shows his pride by the airs he assumes over his less fortunate
tribesmen, and justly, too, because hauling supplies for the schools
and traders brings in the silver dollars that replenish the larder
with white man's food. Ponies are cheap, and twenty can exist as well
as one on the semi-starvation of the desert, so a Hopi teamster often
takes along his whole herd when on a freighting trip, to make sure of
arriving at his journey's end, and a look at his horses will prove him
a wise man.

Seemingly the men work harder making paraphernalia and costumes for
the ceremonies than at anything else, but it should be remembered that
in ancient days everything depended, in Hopi belief, on propitiating
the deities. Still if we would pick the threads of religion from the
warp and woof of Hopi life there apparently would not be much left. It
must be recorded, in the interests of truth, that Hopi men will work
at day's labor and give satisfaction except when a ceremony is about
to take place at the pueblo, and duty to their religion interferes
with steady employment much as fiestas do in the easy-going countries
to the southward.

Really, the Hopi deserve great credit for their industry, frugality,
and provident habits, and one must commend them because they do not
shun work and because in fairness both men and women share in the
labor for the common good.

An account of the arts which are carried on in the Hopi towns may
prove interesting to the reader who would like to know something of
the methods of the moccasin maker, potter, weaver, carver, basket
maker, and house builder, examples of whose handiwork are scattered
widely among collectors of artistic and remarkable things.

As though to keep up the dignity of the Peaceful People the wife of
"Harry," the new Snake chief of Walpi, frequently wears the cumbrous
foot-gear common along the Rio Grande. In spite of the scarcity of
deerskins, every Hopi bride must have as part of her trousseau a pair
of these remarkable foot-coverings, which require a large deerskin for
their manufacture. When the burdensome ceremony of marriage is over
the moccasins are laid away or worn out and never again may the woman
expect to have her measure taken for another pair.

But as moccasins are a part of the men's costume without which they
cannot run well over the yielding sand, and as there is no village
shoemaker, every man must make his own or go barefoot. Frequently in
the villages one meets a moccasin maker, chewing at the rawhide and
busily plying his awl and sinew while he goes gadding about. Just
before the Snake Dance, when every Snake priest must provide a pair of
new moccasins for himself, this art is very much in evidence.

The moccasin maker takes pride in hiding his stitches, and it must be
said that his sewing is exceptionally good in spite of the crude tools
of his craft. With the same skill he displays in other crafts, the
Hopi prepares the leather for the indispensable moccasins. The
simplest way of giving color to the leather is to rub red ocher or
other clay into the soft-tanned skin, as is seen in the red moccasins
of the Snake dancers. A warm brown is given to the leather with an
infusion of the bark of the water birch, and a black dye is made by
burning piñon resin with crude native alum. Sometimes the esthetic
tastes of a young man are gratified by moccasins dyed with aniline red
or blue according to his fancy.

If the visitor will give an order for a pair of _totchi_, he may see
the whole process at his leisure. A piece of well-curried cowhide,
preferably from the back of the animal, is produced, the outline of
the foot is marked out on it and a margin is left by the cutter for
the turning up of the sole. This is all the moccasin maker seems to
require, and his formula for the height of the instep has not been
divulged, but it must be effective, because moccasins are made to fit
with greater art than is displayed by many civilized shoemakers.

The soles are buried in damp sand to make them pliable, and the front
section of the top is sewn around the edge reaching to about the ankle
bones. The moccasin is then turned inside out and the ankle section
sewn on. Tying strings are added, or if especial style is desired,
silver buttons made by Navaho from dimes or quarters take their place.

The Hopi live a very long way from the range of the deer, a fact which
accounts largely for their use of woven fabrics. But deerskins must
always have been in demand, and these were got in exchange with the
Navaho, Havasupai, and other neighbors. In this way in old times
buffalo skins and pelts of animals came to Tusayan, and Hopi bread and
blankets went to remote mountains and plains.

It would be interesting to know whether the Hopi formerly were sandal
people or moccasin people, and this knowledge would reveal a great
deal that is now mere guesswork as to their history. The sandal people
would mean those of the south who were of Mexico, where no moccasins
seem ever to have been worn. The moccasin people would be those of the
north, the tribes of our mountains and plains, among whom this
foot-wear is typical. Perhaps the Hopi belong to both classes. The
cliff-dwellers wore sandals, and for winter had boots of network to
which turkey feathers were skilfully fastened as covering. The sandals
found in the cliff-houses are variously woven from rushes or agave
strips, or maybe a plain sole of leather with the toe cord, but those
worked of cotton showing ingenious designs are worthy of the highest
admiration.

Those clans of the cliff-people and the clans from the south that
congregated in Tusayan centuries ago were sandal wearers, while the
resident clans and those coming from the north, perhaps bands of the
Ute,--were moccasin wearers and impressed their language and moccasins
on the Hopi. This was much to the advantage of the Hopi, granting that
they had never thought of better protection than sandals from the
biting winter.

Everyone who visits Tusayan will bring away as a souvenir some of the
work of Nampeo, the potter who lives with her husband Lesu in the
house of her parents at Hano, the little Tewa village on the great
Walpi mesa near the gap. The house belongs to Nampeo's mother
according to Pueblo property right, wherein she and her husband, both
aged and ruddy Tewa, with their children and grandchildren live
amicably as is usual among the Peaceful People. The house below the
mesa, topped with a glowing red iron "Government" roof, is Nampeo's,
who thus has two houses, but she spends most of her time in the
parental dwelling at Hano.

Nampeo is a remarkable woman. No feeling of her racial inferiority
arises even on the first meeting with this Indian woman, barefoot,
bonnetless, and clad in her quaint costume. For Nampeo is an
artist-potter, the sole survivor in Hano of the generations of women
artists who have deposited the product of their handicraft in the care
of the dead.

In the household her aged father and mother are final authority on the
interpretation of ancient symbolic or cult representations in art.
Nampeo likewise carefully copies on paper the decorations of all
available ancient pottery for future use. Her archeological methods
are further shown by her quest for the clays used by those excellent
potters of old Sikyatki and by her emulation of their technique.

One noon under the burning August sun, Doctor Fewkes and the writer
climbed the East Mesa, the former to attend the Flute Ceremony at
Walpi and the latter with an appointment to pry into the secrets of
Nampeo, the potter. In the house, pleasantly cool and shaded, sat the
old couple and Lesu. The baby was being secured to its board for its
afternoon nap, while Lesu spun. It was a pleasure to examine the
quaint surroundings and the curious belongings hung on the wall or
thrust above the great ceiling beams,--strings of dried _wiwa_, that
early spring plant which has before now tided the Peaceful People over
famine, gaily painted dolls, blankets, arrows, feathers, and other
objects enough to stock a museum. Lesu did the honors and said among
other things that some of the ceiling beams of the room came from
ancient Awatobi, destroyed in 1700.

A small niche in the rear wall of the living room, at the back of
which stood a short notched log-ladder, caused some speculation. Quite
unexpectedly and in a somewhat startling way its purpose was
explained, for, when someone called the absent Nampeo, a pair of feet
were seen coming down the steps of the ladder, followed finally by
Nampeo, who, after a profound bodily contortion, smilingly emerged
from the narrow passage into the room.

Nampeo was prepared to instruct. Samples of the various clays were at
hand and the novice was initiated into the qualities of the _hisat
chuoka_, or ancient clay, white, unctuous and fragrant, to which the
ancient Sikyatki potters owed the perfection of their ware; the
reddish clay, _siwu chuoka_, also from Sikyatki; the hard,
iron-stained clay, _choku chuoka_, a white clay with which vessels are
coated for finishing and decoration, coming from about twelve miles
southeast of Walpi. In contrast with Nampeo's four clays the Hopi
women use only two, a gray body clay, _chakabutska_, and a white slip
clay, _kutsatsuka_.

Continuing her instructions Nampeo transferred a handful of
well-soaked ancient clay from a bowl on the floor by her side to a
smooth, flat stone, like those found in the ruined pueblos. The clay
was thrust forward by the base of the right hand and brought back by
the hooked fingers, the stones, sticks, and hairs being carefully
removed. After sufficient working, the clay was daubed on a board,
which was carried out, slanted against the house, and submitted to the
all-drying Tusayan sun and air. In a short time the clay was
transferred from the board to a slab of stone and applied in the same
way, the reason being a minor one known to Nampeo,--perhaps because
the clay after drying to a certain degree may adhere better to stone
than to wood. Sooner than anyone merely acquainted with the
desiccating properties of the moisture-laden air of the East might
imagine, the clay was ready to work and the plastic mass was ductile
under the fingers of the potter.

Nampeo set out first to show the process of coiling a vessel. The even
"ropes" of clay were rolled out from her smooth palms in a marvelous
way, and efforts to rival excited a smile from the family sitting
around as interested spectators. The concave dish called _tabipi_, in
which she began the coiled vessel and which turns easily on its curved
bottom, seems to be the nearest approach of the Pueblos to the
potter's wheel. The seeming traces of unobliterated coiling on the
bases of some vessels may be the imprints from the coils of the
_tabipi_. As the vessel was a small one, the coiling proceeded to the
finish and the interims of drying as observed in the manufacture of
large jars were not necessary. Then gourd smoothers, _tuhupbi_, were
employed to close up the coiling grooves, and were always backed from
the outside or inside by the fingers. Finally the smooth "green"
vessel was set aside to dry.

Then a toy canteen was begun by taking a lump of clay which, by
modeling, soon assumed the shape of a low vase. With a small stick, a
hole was punched through each side, a roll of clay was doubled for the
handles, the ends thrust through the holes and smoothed down inside
the vase, through the opening. The neck of the canteen was inserted in
a similar way. Now the problem was to close the opening in this soft
vessel from the outside. Nampeo threw a coil around the edge of the
opening, pressing the layers together, gradually drawing in, making
the orifices smaller until it presented a funnel shape. Then the
funnel was pressed toward the body of the canteen, the edges closed
together, soldered, smoothed, and presto! it was done and all traces
of handling hidden. Anyone knowing the difficulties will appreciate
this surprisingly dextrous piece of manipulation. Afterward, Nampeo
made a small vase-shaped vessel, by modeling alone, without the
addition of coiling as in the shaping of the canteen.

The ware when it becomes sufficiently dry must receive a wash of the
white clay called _hopi chuoka_ or _kutsatsuka_, which burns white.
Thereupon it is carefully polished with a smooth pebble, shining from
long use, and is ready for decoration. The use of the glaring white
slip clay as a ground for decoration was probably brought from the
Rio Grande by the Tewa; ancient Hopi ware is much more artistic, being
polished on the body or paste, which usually blends in harmony with
the decoration.

Nampeo exhibited samples of her paints, of which she knows only red
and dark brown. The red paint is yellow ocher, called _sikyatho_,
turning red on firing. It was mixed on a concave stone with water. The
dark brown paint is made from _toho_, an iron stone brought from a
distant mesa. It was ground on a slab with a medium made from the seed
of the tansy mustard (_Sisymbrium canescens_). The brushes were two
strips of yucca, _mohu_, one for each color. With these slender means,
without measurement, Nampeo rapidly covered the vessels with designs,
either geometrical or conventionalized, human or cult,--figures or
symbols. The narrow brush, held like a painter's striper, is effective
for fine lines. In broad lines or wide portions of the decoration, the
outlines are sharply defined and the spaces are filled in. No mistakes
are made, for emendations and corrections are impossible.

Quite opportunely the next day, an invitation to see the burning of
pottery came from an aged potter who resides at the Sun Spring. When
the great Hopi clock reached the appointed place in the heavens, the
bowed yet active potter was found getting ready for the important work
of firing the ware. In the heap of cinders, ashes, and bits of rock
left from former firings, the little old woman scooped out a concave
ring. Nearby was a heap of slabs of dry sheep's droppings, quarried
from the floor of a fold perched on a ledge high up the mesa and
brought down in the indispensable blanket. In the center of the
concave kiln floor a heap of this fuel was ignited by the aid of some
frayed cedar bark and a borrowed match from the opportune Pahana,
"people of the far water," the name by which white men are known. When
the fire was well established, it was gradually spread over the floor
to near the margin and the decorated bowls brought from the house were
set up around with the concave sides toward the fire, while the potter
brought, in her blanket, a back load of friable sandstone from a
neighboring hillock.

Under the first heat the ware turned from white to purple gray or
lavender, gradually assuming a lead color. They were soon heated
enough and were ready for the kiln. Guarding her hand by the
interposition of a fold of the blanket, the potter set the vessels,
now quite unattractive, aside, proceeded to rake the fire flat and
laid thereon fragments of stone at intervals to serve as rests or
stilts for the ware. Larger vessels were set over smaller and all were
arranged as compactly as possible. Piece by piece, dextrously as a
mason, the potter built around the vessels a wall of fuel, narrowing
at the top, till a few slabs completed the dome of the structure,
itself kiln and fuel.

Care was taken not to allow the fuel to touch the vessels, as a
discoloration of the ware would result, which might subject the potter
to the shafts of ridicule. Gradually the fire from below creeps up the
walls till the interior is aglow and the ware becomes red hot. Little
attention is now needed except closing burned out apertures with new
pieces of fuel; the potter, who before, during the careful and exact
dispositions, has been giving little ejaculations as though talking to
a small child, visits the kiln intermittently from the nearby house.
Here she seeks refuge from the penetrating, unaromatic smoke and the
blazing sun.

The Hopi have an odd superstition that if any one speaks above a
whisper during the burning of pottery the spirit inhabiting the vessel
will cause it to break. No doubt the potter had this in mind while she
was whispering and was using all her blandishments to induce the small
spirits to be good.

She remarked that when the sun should hang over the brow of the mesa
at the height indicated by her laborious fingers, the ware would be
baked, the kiln a heap of ashes, the yellow decoration a lively red
and the black a dark brown on a rich cream-color ground. Next day,
with true foresight, she brought her quaint wares to the camp and made
a good bargain for them, incidentally asking, "Matches all gone?"

One woman at least in Tusayan is a weaver of blankets. Anowita's wife
enjoys that distinction because she is a Navaho, among whom weaving is
woman's work. The Hopi housewives have enough to do keeping house, a
thing not burdensome to the Navaho, and as has been explained, the
Hopi men hold a monopoly of the spinning and weaving.

Time out of mind the Hopi have grown cotton in their little fields,
and the first white men that made their acquaintance were presented
with "towels" of their weaving as a peace offering. In the
cliff-houses of the ancient people are found woven fabrics of cotton
and rugs made of strips of rabbit fur like those now to be seen in the
pueblos. The ancient people also had feather garments made by tying
plumage to a network of cords. In the ruins of the pueblos one often
finds cotton seeds which have been buried with the dead, and the
braided mats of yucca or bark and bits of cloth fortunately preserved
show that the people of former times were skilful weavers. There is no
reason to doubt that the Hopi stuffs were prized for their excellence
throughout the Southwest in the early times as they are now.

When the Spaniards brought sheep among the pueblos, the weavers and
fabric makers seem to have appreciated the value of wool at once, and
the ancient garments of feathers and skins quickly disappeared. Cotton
remained in use only for ceremonial costumes or for cord employed in
the religious ceremonies. The rabbit-fur robes which once were made
throughout a vast region of the Rockies from Alaska to the Gulf of
California were largely displaced by blankets, in later years,
gorgeously dyed and cunningly woven. Long before the introduction of
trade dyes the Hopi were satisfied with sober colors; the dark blue
and brown given to the yarn by the women were from the plants. Even
now the Hopi weavers stick to their colors and refuse to perpetrate
the zigzags of the Navaho. For this reason the women of all the
pueblos of the Southwest dress in dark blue and brown, as the Hopi are
purveyors of stuffs for wear to all their fellow house-dwellers of
Indian lineage. Good cloth it is, too, and worthy of its renown, for
it wears exceedingly well. More than one generation often enjoys its
service, and when the older folks get through with their blanket
dresses, the little ones have garments fashioned from them for their
own apparel.

If one will examine the Hopi blankets, he will be surprised at the
skilful weaving they show. The blanket dress often has the body of
plain weaving in black and the two ends bordered with damask or basket
weave in blue. Sometimes a whole blanket is of damask, giving a
surface that, on close inspection, has a pleasing effect. The women's
ceremonial blanket of cotton with blue and red borders sometimes show
three kinds of weaving and several varieties of cording. The belts
also have a wonderful range of patterns. On the whole, one is led to
believe that the Hopi are more adept at weaving than their rivals, the
Navaho.

The carding and spinning are thoroughly done, the resulting yarn
being strong, even, and tightly twisted with the simple spindle.
Sometimes the spinner dresses and finishes the yarn by means of a corn
cob smoothed by long use. The women, by virtue of their skill in
culinary matters, are usually the dyers, and the dye they concoct from
sunflower seeds or blue beans is a fast blue. In old times cotton was
prepared for spinning by whipping it with slender switches on a bed of
sand, and this process is yet required for the cotton used for the
sacred sashes. Now nearly every family is provided with wire cards
purchased from traders. These cards look quite out of place in the
hands of priests in the _kiva_, where they are used in combing the
cotton for the sacred cord used in tying the feathers to the _pahos_.

When the kiva is not in use for a ceremony it is common to find there
a weaver busy at his rude loom and growing web. To the great beams of
the roof is fastened the upper yarn beam of the loom, and secured to
pegs in holes in the stone slabs of the floor is the lower yarn beam.
Between these is tightly stretched the warp. The weaver squats on the
floor before the loom, having ready by him the few simple implements
of his craft, consisting of a wooden knife or batten highly polished
from use, for beating down the yarn, a wooden comb also for pressing
home the woof, and the bobbins which are merely sticks with the yarn
wrapped back and forward spirally upon them. He picks out a certain
number of warp threads with the batten, passes through the bobbin,
beats the yarn home with great patience, and so continues, making slow
headway.

There are several reasons why the kiva is used by the weavers. These
subterranean rooms, usually the property of the men, are cool and
quiet, and the light streams down from overhead across the surface of
the web, allowing the stitches to be seen to good advantage. The best
reason is that the kiva ceiling is high enough to allow the stretching
of the warp to the full length of a blanket, which cannot be done in
the low living rooms of the dwellings.

Belts, garters, and hair tapes are made on a small loom provided with
reed or heddle frame, and usually this is woman's work. Strangely
enough the belt loom is a kind of harness, for the warp is stretched
out between the woman's feet and a yoke that extends across her back.
The yarn used for belts is bought from the trader. The old belts are
marvels of design and are among the most pleasing specimens of the art
work of the Hopi.

With the introduction of dyed trader's yarns and coal-tar colors has
come a deterioration in the work of the Navaho weavers. Among the Hopi
this is not noticeable, but, no doubt, for this reason the embroidery
on the hems of the ceremonial blankets, sashes, and kilts is gayer
than in former times when subdued mineral colors and vegetable dyes
only were available.

Every visitor to the Hopi pueblos is attracted by the carved wooden
figures painted in bright colors and decorated with feathers, etc.,
that hang from the rafters of the houses. "Dolls," they are usually
called, but the Hopi know that they are representations of the
spiritual beings who live in the unseen world, and a great variety
there is of them. Thousands of these figures are made by the Hopi,
many to be sold to visitors, a thing no Zuñi would do, because in that
pueblo these images have a religious character and are hidden away,
while the Hopi decorate the houses with them.

The carvers of these strange figurines must be granted the possession
of much skill and ability in their art, which is carried on with a few
simple tools. The country far and near is ransacked for cottonwood,
this being the wood prescribed for masks, dolls, prayer-sticks, etc.
The soft cottonwood, especially the root, is easily worked with the
dull knives that the Hopi possess. On every hand is soft, coarse
sandstone for rubbing the wood into shape, and much of the work is not
only finished, but formed by this means. For this reason the rocks
around a Hopi village are covered with grooves and pits left by the
workers in wood.

If any parts, such as ears, hair, whorls, etc., are to be added to the
figures, they are pegged on quite insecurely. Some of the terraces
which surmount the kachina masks are remarkable structures built up of
wood pegged together. A little string, a few twigs and pieces of
cottonwood suffice the Hopi for the construction of flowers and
complicated parts of the decoration of dolls and masks or other
ceremonial belongings. Corn husks, dyed horsehair, woolen yarn,
deerskin, cotton cloth, twigs, basketry, and feathers are worked in
and the result, though crude, is effective.

But in the realm of mechanical apparatus the Hopi is even ahead of the
toy makers of the Schwartzwald. For the Palulukong ceremony he
arranges startling effects, causing the Great Plumed Snake to emerge
through screens, out of jars, or from the ceiling of the kiva, to the
number of nine appearances, each requiring artful devices. The head of
the Snake is a gourd furnished with eyes, having the mouth cut into
sharp teeth, a long tongue, a plume, and the whole surface painted.
The body is made up of wooden hoops over which cords run and is
covered with cloth. Often two of these grotesque monsters are caused,
by the pulling of cords, to advance and withdraw through flaps in the
screen and to struggle against each other with striking realism.
Nothing in Hopiland is more remarkable than this drama, as one may
gather from Dr. Fewkes' account of it given at another place.

Little of the Hopi's skill as a carver and decorator goes to the
furnishing or building of the house; almost all is taken up with
ceremonial matters. Previous to a few years ago chairs were unknown,
as was any other domestic joinery, except the Hopi head masks,
prayer-sticks and the thousand objects used in his pagan worship, in
the manufacture of which he was master of all expedients. As a worker
in stone and shell he still knows the arts of the ancient times, but
lacks the skill of his forebears. The turquoise mosaics of old days so
regularly and finely set on the backs of sea shells, have given place
to the uneven scraps of turquoise set in confusion on bits of wood, as
on the woman's earrings. Many devices have gone out entirely, and it
is probable that no Hopi could make an axe of hard stone like the old
ones or chip a finely proportioned arrowhead. The hand-stones for
grinding corn are still made, and a woman pecking away at one with a
stone hammer is not infrequently seen and heard.

The Hopi were never metal-workers, because free metals are scarce in
the Southwest. Their name for silver, with which they became familiar
in the shape of coins, is _shiba_, "a little white cake." Gold they
regard with suspicion, since it resembles copper or brass, with which
they have been deceived at times by unscrupulous persons. A few
workers in silver have produced some crude ornaments, but the Hopi
gets his buttons, belt ornaments, etc., from the adept Navaho,
silversmiths by trade, through whom also strings of beads come from
the pueblos of the Rio Grande.

The rocks all over the Southwest bear witness that the Hopi can draw.
In thousands of instances he expressed his meaning in symbols or in
compositions representing the chase of the deer or mountain goat. One
of these groups on the smooth rocks near Holbrook, Arizona, shows a
man driving a flock of turkeys, and is exceedingly graphic. On the
cliff faces below Walpi are numerous well-executed pictographs, and
occasionally one runs across recent work on the mesa top that excites
admiration. With sculpture in the round the Hopi has done nothing
remarkable because his tastes and materials have never led in this
direction. A few rather large figures rudely carved from soft
sandstone may be seen around the pueblos, and numerous fetiches, some
of very hard stone, representing wolves, bears, and other animals, are
still in the keeping of the societies. Some of these are very well
done, but show little progress in sculpture. The visitor must beware
of the little fetiches whittled from soft stone and offered for sale
as genuine by the guileful Hopi in quest of _shiba_.

The industry which the Hopi woman has all in her own hands is
basket-making, and the work is apportioned to such as have the skill
and fancy for it, as if there were a division of labor. The women of
the three towns on the East Mesa do not make baskets at all, those of
the Middle Mesa sew only coiled baskets, while the women of Oraibi
weave wicker baskets exclusively. Thus, there is no difficulty in
saying just where a Hopi basket comes from, and there is also no
excuse for not recognizing these specimens of Hopi woman's work at
first glance, as they have a strong individuality that separates them
from all other baskets of the Indians.

If one should visit the most skilful basket-maker of the Middle Mesa,
Kuchyeampsi, that modest little woman, might be seen busily at work,
and from her a great deal about the construction of coiled baskets
could be learned. But it would take some time and patience to find
that the grass whose stems she gathers for the body of the coil is
named _takashu_, which botanists know as _Hilaria jamesii_, and that
the strips which she sews over and joins the coil are from the leaves
of the useful _mohu_ (_Yucca glauca_).

Then when Kuchyeampsi comes home laden with her basket materials one
must take further lessons in stripping the yucca leaves, splitting
them with the thumb-nail to uniform size, and dyeing some of them
various colors, for which anilines are principally used in these
degenerate days. One must have an eye for the colors of the natural
leaves of the yucca and select the yellow or yellowish green of the
old leaves, the vivid green of the young leaves, and the white of the
heart leaves, for the basket weaver discriminates all of these and
uses them in her work.

Of course Kuchyeampsi has all her material ready, the strips buried in
moist sand, the grass moistened, and she may be starting a plaque. The
slender coil at the center is too small to be formed with grass stems,
so she builds it up of waste bits from the leaf-stripping, wrapping it
with yucca strips, and taking only a few stitches with the encircling
coil, since the bone awl is too clumsy for continuous stitching at the
outset. After the third round the bone awl is plied, continuously
piercing through under the coil and taking in the stitches beneath
strips. As a hole is made the yucca strip is threaded through and
drawn tight on the grass coil, and so the patient work goes on till
the basket is complete. The patterns which appear on the baskets are
stored up in the maker's brain and unfold as the coil progresses with
the same accuracy as is evinced by the pottery decorator. The finish
of the end of the coil gives an interesting commentary on Hopi
beliefs. It is said that the woman who leaves the coil end unfinished
does not complete it because that would close her life and no more
children would bless her.

At Oraibi one may see the women making wicker tray-baskets. Three or
four slender sumach twigs are wickered together side by side at the
middle and another similar bundle laid across the first at right
angles. Then dyed branches of a desert plant known as "rabbit brush"
are woven in and out between the twigs, and as the basket progresses
she adds other radial rods until the basket is large enough. She
finishes the edge by bending over the sumach ribs, forming a core,
around which she wraps strips of yucca.

One must admire the accuracy with which the designs are kept in mind
and woven into the structure of the basket with splints of various
colors or strips of tough yucca. The translation of a design into the
radiating sewing of the coiled basket or the horizontal filling of
the wicker basket shows the necessity of the different treatments,
contrasting with the freedom which it is the potter's privilege to
display on the smooth surface of her ware. So far as known the Hopi
women never fail in applying their designs, however intricate.
Frequently these designs represent mythical birds, butterflies,
clouds, etc.

Among the Hopi certain of the villages are noted for their local
manufactures. Thus Walpi and Hano are practically the only towns where
pottery is made, the Middle Mesa towns are headquarters for coiled
baskets, and Oraibi furnishes wicker baskets. Perhaps the meaning of
this is that these arts belong to clans, who have preserved them and
know the secrets, and with the dying out of the workers or migration
of the clans the arts have disappeared or have been transformed.
Another cause which will suggest itself is the local abundance and
quality of the materials required to be found in the surrounding
plains and mountains.

Basketry has at least as many uses as pottery among the Hopi, and a
number of kinds besides the familiar plaques with symbolical
decoration have been eagerly sought by collectors. The crops from the
fields are borne to the houses on the mesas in carrying baskets,
resembling a pannier, which are worked of wicker over a frame of two
bent sticks crossed at right angles. In the house the coiled and
wicker trays heaped high with corn meal, the basket for parched corn
and the sifting basket near the corn grinding stones, will be found.
In the bread-baking room is the coarse, though effective, _piki_ tray,
and occasionally one may still see a neatly made floor mat. The thin
checker mat of ancient days has long since gone out of use, but
formerly, the dead were wrapped in such mats before they were placed
in the earth.

Over the fireplace is a hood of basketry plastered to prevent burning.
The wicker cradle to which the infant hopeful is bound must not be
forgotten. Several small globular wicker baskets for various purposes
may also be displayed among the household belongings. The mat of grass
stems in which the wedding blanket is folded is also a kind of
basketry, as are the twined mats for covering the hatchway of the kiva
and the twined fence around the fields.

With all their own resources, the Hopi are great collectors of baskets
from other tribes. One must not be surprised to see in use in the Hopi
houses the water bottles coated with pitch and the well-made
basket-bowls from the Havasupai of Cataract Canyon, the Pimas of
southern Arizona, and other tribes touched by Hopi commerce.

The vizors of old masks used in the ceremonies were of basketry,
generally a section cut from a Ute basket-bowl, which shows one of the
most interesting employments of baskets among the Hopi. The highly
decorated trays may also be said to have a sacred character from their
frequent appearance in the ceremonies, where they are used to contain
prayer-sticks, meal, etc. Appropriately the women's ceremonies display
many baskets on the altars, and in the public dances each woman
carries a bright plaque. One of the episodes of these ceremonies is
full of action when women throw baskets to men who struggle
energetically for them. On this account these ceremonies have been
called Basket Dances.

One of the frequent sights in a Hopi town is a woman carrying a
heaped-up plaque of meal of her own grinding as a present to some
friend. This usually happens on the eve of a ceremony, like our
Christmas gifts, but no one must fail to notice that an equal present
is religiously brought in return.

The Hopi value their baskets; they appreciate fully a pretty thing,
and this explains why one of the Sichomovi men, who is rich in
Havasupai baskets, has had the good taste to decorate the walls of the
best room of his house with these trophies of Cataract Canyon.

Judging from the number of ruins in the Southwest, it might be thought
that the former inhabitants spent much of their time in laying up
walls and considered the work easy. What these ruins do show in an
emphatic way is the organization of the builders and what mutual aid
will accomplish.

Dismiss the idea of the modern architect, builder, laborers, brick
makers, planing mill hands, plumbers, etc., combining to get ready a
dwelling for a family, and substitute in their place all the Indian
relatives, from the infant to the superannuated, lending willing
hands for the "raising." The primitive architect is there, builders
too, of skill and experience and a full corps of those who furnish
builders' supplies, including the tot who carries a little sand in her
dress and those who ransack the country round for brush, clay, beams,
stones, and water.

Before going farther it must be understood that house-building is
women's work among the Hopi, and these likewise are the house-owners.
It seems rather startling, then, that all the walls of the uninhabited
houses and the fallen walls of the ruins that prevail in the Southwest
should be mainly the work of women's hands, whose touch we might
expect to find on the decorated pottery, but not on the structures
that cause the Pueblo people to be known as house-builders. From this
one begins to understand the importance of woman in these little
nations of the desert.

Let us suppose that an addition is to be made to a Hopi village of a
house containing a single room, built without regard to the future
additions which may later form a house cluster. The plan of such a
house would be familiar to any Hopi child, since it is merely a
rectangular box. When the location has been determined, word is passed
around among the kinsfolk and the collection of stones, beams, etc.,
is begun. Cottonwood trees for many miles around are laid under
contribution. Some beams may be supplied from trees growing nearby
along the washes and in the cornfields, and some may require journeys
of eighty or a hundred miles, representing immense labor. Beams are
precious, and in this dry climate they last indefinitely, so that one
may not be surprised to find timber in the present houses from Awatobi
or older ruins, or from Spanish mission times. It is also probable
that often when pueblos were abandoned, they were revisited later and
the timbers torn out and brought to the new location, thus the ruins
might appear more ancient than they really are. With the advent of the
burro, the horse, and the iron axe, timbering became easier than in
the stone age, but it was still no sinecure.

Stones are gathered from the sides of the mesa not far away, those not
larger than a moderate burden being selected. The sand-rock of the
mesa is soft and with a hammer-stone convenient masses may be broken
off. At present there is a quarry on the Walpi mesa; the blocks gotten
out by means of axes are more regular than those in the old houses,
which show little or no traces of working. Between the layers of rock
are beds of clay which require only moistening with water to become
ready for the mason.

The architect has paced off the ground and determined the dimensions
of the house, giving the arm measurement of the timbers to the logging
party who, with the rest, have got the materials ready. The next step
is to find the house-chief and secure from him four eagle-feather
prayer-plumes. These are deposited under the four corner stones with
appropriate ceremony of breath-prayers for the welfare of the house
and its occupants. The plumes are dedicated to the god of the
underworld, the sun, and other deities concerned with house-life. The
builder then determines where the door shall be and places an offering
of food on either side of it; he then walks around the site from left
to right, sprinkling a mixture of _piki_ crumbs and other food with
tobacco along the line of the walls, singing to the sun his
_kitdauwi_, "house song"; _Si-si, a-hai, si-si, a-hai_, the meaning of
which has long been forgotten.

The walls are laid in irregular courses, mortar being sparingly used.
The addition of plastering to the outside and inside of the house
awaits some future time, though sometimes work on the outside coat is
put off to an ever vanishing _mañana_. When the house walls, seven or
eight feet in height and of irregular thickness from seventeen to
twenty-two inches are completed, the women begin on the roof. The
beams are laid across the side walls at intervals of two feet; above
these and parallel with the side walls are laid poles; across these is
placed a layer of rods or willow brush, and above this is piled grass
or small twigs. A layer of mud comes next, and when this is dry, earth
is placed on it and tramped down until hard. The roof, which is
complicated and ingenious, is nearly level, but provision is made for
carrying off the water by means of spouts.

When the roof is finished the women put a thick coating of mud on the
floor and plaster the walls. At Zuñi floors are nearly always made of
slabs of stone, but in Hopi mud is the rule. The process of plastering
a floor is interesting to an onlooker. Clay dug from under the cliffs,
crushed and softened in water and tempered with sand is smeared on the
floor with the hand, a little area at a time. The floor may be dry and
occasionally the mud gets too hard; a dash of water corrects this.
When the mud dries to the proper stage, it is rubbed with a smooth
stone having a flat face, giving the completed floor a fine finish
like pottery. As an extra finish to the room a dado is painted around
the wall, in a wash of red ocher by means of a rabbit skin used as a
brush. Formerly a small space on the wall was left unplastered; it was
believed that a _kachina_ came and finished it, and although the space
remained bare it was considered covered with invisible mud.

Before the house can be occupied the builder prepares four feathers
for its dedication. He ties the _nakwakwoci_ or breath feathers to a
willow twig, the end of which is inserted over one of the central
roof-beams. The builder also appeases Masauah, the God of Death, by an
offering in which the house is "fed" by putting fragments of food
among the rafters or in a niche in the door lintels, beseeching the
god not to hasten the departure of any of the family to the
underworld. At the feast of Soyaluna in December, the feathers,
forming the "soul" of the house, are renewed, and at this season when
the sun returns northward, the village house-chief visits the houses
which have been built within the year and performs a ceremony over
them.

A hole is left in one corner of the roof, under which the women build
the mud fireplace, with its knob andirons and the column of pots with
the bottoms knocked out which form the chimney. Over the fireplace, a
chimney hood, usually supported on posts, is constructed of
basket-work, plastered over with mud. A row of mealing stones slanted
in sunken stone boxes in the floor must not be forgotten, and no one
in Hopiland could set up housekeeping without a smooth stone slab to
bake _piki_ upon. Some of the houses have a low bench along one or two
sides of the room which forms convenient seats. The windows are small,
being often mere chinks, through which the curious spy without being
seen. Stones are usually at hand, by means of which, and mud, windows
and doors may be closed when the family go off on a rather protracted
stay.

This one-room house is the nucleus of the village. When the daughters
marry and require space for themselves, another house is built in
front of and adjoining the first one, and a second story may be added
to the original house. Thus the cluster grows, and around the spaces
reserved for streets and plazas other clusters grow until they touch
one another and rise three or four stories, the inner rooms being dark
from the addition to the later houses and these become storage
places.

While the old houses were entered from the trapdoors in the roof, the
new houses have doors at the ground level and often windows glazed in
the most approved style. Frequently in the march of progress doors are
cut into the old houses, and the streets begin to assume the
appearance of a Mexican town; but the old nucleus buried under the
successive buildings rarely shows and may be traced with difficulty.
In winter the people withdraw from the exposed and retire to the old
enclosed rooms, huddling together to keep warm, enlivening the
confinement with many a song, legend, and story.

So much for the woman builders of Tusayan, to whom all honor.[1]

    [1] One who desires to pursue this subject in more detail should
    consult Mindeleff's paper on Pueblo Architecture in the 8th
    Annual Report Bureau American Ethnology, 1886-1887.



V

AMUSEMENTS


The enviable title of "Song-Makers" has been earned by the
music-loving Indians of Tusayan, and their fame as singers has gone
out among all the tribes of the "Land of Little Rain." Many a less
inventive Indian has come a long, wearisome journey to learn songs
from the Hopi, bringing also his fee, since songs that give the singer
magic power over the gods and forces of nature are not to be had for
the asking, besides to their learning a man must give the full
devotion of his being and sit humbly at the feet of his instructors.
The land where the Hopi live may seem to furnish slight incentive to
song, especially when one's ideas of the desert are of its dreariness
and desolation; but when one sets foot in the sacred precincts of the
mysterious desert a new revelation comes to him and he sees with these
Indians that the wastes which unfold from the high mesas are full of
beauty of form and brilliancy of color. Sunrise and sunset bring
wonderful tints into the landscape,--the distant blue mountains, the
violet cloud shadows, the tawny, whirling sand columns, the far-off
thunder-storm, the vibration of the midday air, and the sparkling
night sky must inspire the most prosaic mind. There comes to one in
these surroundings a feeling of freedom, together with a sense of the
vastness, transparency, and mystery of the desert which stir the
emotions and makes the close pent life of crowded cities left behind
seem but an unsubstantial dream. Here the Hopi have been always free;
the isolated life on the narrow mesas brings about a close
companionship and a true home-life besides. The air of the desert
makes a man healthy and hungry, thus cheerfulness cannot but follow,
expressed in songs that are from the soul.

It must be confessed that the impression of Indian music one draws
from various sources is that it consists of whoops, yells, and odd,
guttural noises, but this is far from describing Hopi music. Between
the light and airy _Kachina_ songs and the stirring though somewhat
gruesome chants of the Snake ceremony, there is a variety of
compositions to many of which the most enlightened music lovers would
listen with pleasure.

The Flute music is especially pleasing. In the summer of 1896, the
writer had the good fortune to witness the Flute ceremony at the Hopi
pueblo of Walpi. In the course of the ritual, which is an invocation
for rain, a series of songs are repeated each day for several days. To
one hearing Indian music for the first time the sensation was quite
novel. The chorus of priests, rattle in hand, sang in unison before
the Flute altar, in a narrow, low, windowless room that greatly
augmented the volume of sound. The time was set by the speaker-chief,
who uniformly shook his rattle eight beats in five seconds for all the
songs and for each day's songs with the accuracy of a metronome. There
were three beats in each measure. The pitch was low, the range
limited, and the deep, vibrant voices seemed to portray the winds,
thunder, rain, the rushing water and the elemental forces of nature.

The notation is chromatic, not possible to be expressed on any
instrument save the violin, or the five-hole transverse flutes which
later accompanied the singing. These flutes were played in unison on
the octave above the voices, and their shrill, harsh notes marred the
singing. In general effect the music is minor, but frequently major
motives of great beauty spring out of dead-level monotonous minors.
Sometimes a major motive is followed by a minor counterpart of the
same. There is much slurring, and an occasional reduplication comes in
with great effect. A number of songs are monotonous, with once in a
while a vigorous movement. The closing song is spirited and may truly
be called beautiful. It consists of several legato verses, each
closing with a turn, a rapid vibration of the rattle, and a solemn
refrain. In structure and melody it resembles a Christian hymn. The
music reminds one of the Gregorian chants, and to the listener some
of the motives seemed quite equal to those upon which Handel built his
great oratorios.

It is a pity that the many beautiful songs of Tusayan cannot be
written down and preserved but this will no doubt soon be
accomplished. Perhaps some genius like Liszt who gave the world the
spirit of Hungarian folk-music will arise to ravish our ears with
these musical expressions passed down from aboriginal American sweet
singers.

While the music which most attracts our attention in Hopiland is that
of the various ceremonies, there is still a cycle of songs, many in
number, of love, war, or for amusement; those sung by mothers to their
infants, or shrilled by the women grinding corn. The men sing at their
work, the children at their play in this land of the Song Makers.

If songs are numerous beyond computation among the Hopi there are also
more games conducing to their amusement than one finds among many
other tribes. One may surmise that these games have been brought in by
the clans that came from all points of the compass to make up the
Hopi, and who must have touched elbows with other tribes of different
lineage during the wanderings. All games seem to have been borrowed,
and no one may, in the light of present knowledge, say when, where,
and by whom any one of the typical games was invented, any more than
the father of a proverb or a joke may have the parentage ascribed to
him.

But the Hopi are not disturbed by such philosophical considerations
and adhere to the traditional and time-honored games they know without
desire for innovation. With them athletic games are most popular, are
pursued with whole-souled abandon, and are accompanied with a world of
noise and rough play; but the races and games connected with the
religious ceremonies are carried on with due decorum. Stout shinny
sticks of oak brought from the north show that the Hopi know the
widespread sport that warms the blood of many an American boy, but,
alas! there is no ice for its full enjoyment. Among other athletic
sports one may reckon throwing darts, shooting with bow and arrow at a
mark, or hurling the boomerang-like club, which is an ancient weapon,
or even impromptu trials of skill in throwing stones or in bouts of
friendly wrestling. The most amusing struggle game is the _Nuitiwa_,
played by both sexes after the close of the Snake ceremony. Men and
boys provide themselves with some piece of pottery or other object of
value and run through the village crying "Wa ha ha! Wa ha ha!" pursued
by the fleet-footed women who chase them and struggle for the prize
with much laughter and shortness of breath. The men take the
precaution to remove their shirts, if they value them, before they
begin, for that garment is not worth a moment's purchase when the
girls reach for the prize held at arm-length above the head.

Many of the sacred games are of an athletic character. Of these may
be mentioned the numerous races, including the kicking race in which
stones are carried on top of one foot, and the sacred game of ball.
One might include in the list the bow-women of the _Mamzrauti_
ceremony and basket throwers of the _Lalakonti_ ceremony, since it can
be seen that games are closely connected with primitive religious
beliefs and may all have originated as a form of divination, or some
other early attempts of man either to influence the beings or to spy
into the future. It may be that some games are remnants of
long-forgotten ceremonies, once of great import to early worshippers.

Of sedentary games there are a number. One like "fox and geese,"
called _totolospi_, is the _patoli_ of the Mexicans, which is said to
be in turn the _pachise_ of the Hindus, and the rectangular plan of
this game may sometimes be found on the rocks near the villages. There
is "cup and ball," a guessing game in which four cups cut from wood
and a stone about the size of a marble form the paraphernalia; and
there is a game in which reed dice with markings are thrown. A set of
these dice was found in an ancient ruin near Winslow, Arizona, and
they are represented on an ancient bowl from Sikyatki, a ruin near
Walpi.

With all these games the Hopi are not gamblers and appear to have the
same aversion to it as they have to fire-water, differing in this
respect from the Navaho, Zuñi, and many other tribes of Indians. Most
of their games, like those of the ancient Greeks, are full of the
exhilaration of life, the glow of physical training, the doing of
something to win the favor of the gods.

In this account the children must not be left out. Imitating the
customs of their seniors, they not only carry out the great games but
also enter with abandon the childish sports of chasing, tag, ring
around a rosy, ball, and other juveniles. Tops and popguns are not
unknown, and if a boy has a pebble shooter made of an agave stalk with
a spring of elastic wood he can go as far in mischief as ever Hopi
children do, but he never fires away peas or beans, for they are too
precious.

It may be well to recount here the endurance of the Hopi in their
great national accomplishment--that of making long runs at record
speed.

One morning about seven o'clock at Winslow, Arizona, a message was
brought to the hotel that an Indian wished to see the leader of an
exploring party. On stepping out on the street the Indian was found
sitting on the curbstone, mouth agape with wonder at the trains moving
about on the Santa Fé Pacific Railroad.

He delivered a note from a white man at Oraibi and it was ascertained
that he had started from that place at four on the previous afternoon,
and arrived at Winslow some time about the middle of the night. When
it is known that the distance is sixty-five miles and the Indian ran
over a country with which he was not familiar, the feat seems
remarkable. It is presumed that he ran until it became dark and then
waited till the moon rose, finishing the journey by moonlight.

On his back he carried a canteen of water wrapped in a blanket. He
took only a sandwich, explaining that if he ate he could not run, and
receiving the answer to the note, resumed his journey to Oraibi.
Afterward it was learned that the runner reached Oraibi with the
answer that afternoon, having been promised a bonus if he made the
trip in one day. The distance run cannot be less than 130 miles, a
pretty long course to get over in the time, and this Indian is not the
best runner in Oraibi. There is one man who takes a morning practice
of thirty miles or so in order to get in trim for the dawn races in
some of the ceremonies, and it is said that he won in such a race some
years ago, distancing all competitors.

Nothing in the whole realm of animal motion can be imagined more
graceful than the movements of one of these runners as he passes by in
the desert, his polished sinewy muscles playing with the utmost
precision--nothing but flight can be compared with it. The Indians say
that moccasins are the best foot-wear for travel over sandy country,
as the foot, so clad, presses the loose sand into a firm, rounded
bunch, giving a fulcrum for the forward spring, but the naked feet
scatters the sand, and this, on experiment, was found to be true.

While excavating at Winslow one day some of the workmen looked up
toward the north and cried out, _Hopi tu, Hopi tu_, "The Hopi are
coming." It was some time before our eyes could pick them out, but
soon three men could be seen running, driving a little burro in front
at the top of its speed. These were Walpi men journeying to a creek
some miles beyond Winslow to get sacred water for one of their
ceremonies. Similar journeys are made to San Francisco Mountains for
pine boughs and to the Cataract of the Colorado to trade with the
Havasupai. The Spanish conquerors were struck with the ability of the
Hopi runners, and they record that the Indians could easily run in one
day across the desert to the Grand Canyon, a distance which the
Spaniards required three days' march to accomplish.

Often a crowd of Hopi young men will go out afoot to hunt rabbits, and
woe to the bunny that comes in reach! He is soon run down and
dispatched with their curved boomerangs.

Though baseball, football, and many other athletic games of
civilization have no place among the Hopi sports, of foot racing they
are as passionately fond as even the ancient Greeks. Almost every one
of the many ceremonies has its foot race in which the whole pueblo
takes the greatest interest, for all the Hopi honor the swift runners.

This brings to mind the story of how Sikyabotoma lost his hair.
Sikyabotoma, who bears the school name of John, is the finest
specimen of physical manhood at the East Mesa. John is not unaware of
this gift of nature, as he poses on all occasions out of sheer pride.

One cannot observe that John got anything out of his American
schooling; he seemingly does not speak a word of English, and he is
beyond all reason taciturn for a Hopi. It may be that John is a
backslider, having forgotten or thrown over his early education and
relapsed to his present state under the influence of Hopi paganism.

As runner for the Walpi Flute Society, his duty is to carry the
offerings to the various shrines and springs, skirting on the first
day the entire circuit of the cultivated fields of the pueblo, and
coming nearer and nearer each day till he tolls the gods to the very
doors of Walpi. It is no small task to include all the fields in the
blessings asked by the Flute priests, since the circuit must exceed
twenty miles. Each day Sikyabotoma, wearing an embroidered kilt around
his loins, his long, glossy hair hanging free, stands before the Flute
priests, a brave sight to behold. They fasten a small pouch of sacred
meal at his side and anoint him with honey on the tip of the tongue,
the forehead, breast, arms, and legs, perhaps to make him swift as the
bee. Then he receives the prayer-sticks, and away he goes down the
mesa as though he had leaped down the five hundred feet, his long,
black hair streaming. He stops at a spring, then at a shrine, and in
a very short time can scarcely be distinguished running far out by the
arroyo bounding the fields. John in this role is a sight not soon to
be forgotten.

This brings us to the story of John's Waterloo. At sunrise on the last
day of the _Wawash_ ceremony there are foot races in honor of the
gods, and a curious condition of these races is that the loser
forfeits his hair. Now the Hopi are like the Chinese in having an
aversion to losing this adornment. A bald Hopi is a great rarity, and
the generality of the men have long, beautiful locks, black as a
raven's wing, washed with soaproot and made wavy by being tied tightly
in a knot at the back of the head. Sikyabotoma entered the _Wawash_
race with confidence, but when the runners came back on the tortuous
trail up the rocks Sikyabotoma was second. A pair of sheep shears in
the hands of his adversary soon made havoc with his locks. At the time
this sketch was written John's hair had grown again to a respectable
length.

In making his toilet as Flute Messenger, to which the writer was a
witness, John found it necessary to have his bang trimmed. This
service was performed by an old fellow who picked up from the floor a
dubious looking brush made of stiff grass stems, moistened it with his
tongue occasionally as he brushed John's hair, and finally with a pair
of rickety scissors cut the bang to regulation shape.

Sikyabotoma, in spite of the drawbacks pointed out, is one of the
lions of Walpi by birth; he also belongs to the first families.
Divested of civilized garb, and as a winged Mercury flying with
messages to the good beings, he is an object to be gazed on with
admiration, disposing one to be lenient with his besetting vanity.



VI

BIRTH, MARRIAGE, AND DEATH


A blanket hangs over the usually opened door and a feeble wail issuing
from within the dusky house betokens that a baby has come into the
world, and awaits only a name before he becomes a member of the Hopi
commonwealth. The ceremony by which the baby is to be dedicated to the
sun and given a name that will bind him indissolubly to the religious
system of his people is interesting from the light it casts on the
customs of the Hopi and the parallels it offers to the natal rites of
other peoples.

On the mud-plastered wall of the house, the mother has made, day by
day, certain scratches which mark the infant's age, or perhaps reckons
the time on her fingers till nineteen days have passed. The morning of
the twentieth day brings the ceremony.

Meanwhile the little one has been made to know some of the trials of
life. On the first day of his entrance into this arena, his head has
been washed in soaproot suds and his diminutive body rubbed with
ashes, the latter, it is alleged, to kill the hair, and his mother
must also undergo the ceremonial head washing, which must be repeated
on the fifth, tenth, and fifteenth days with the amole root, which is
the only soap known to the Hopi. Besides, the mother must never be
touched by the direct rays of the sun during the first five days,
which explains the blanket often hung before the doorway; nor may she
put on her moccasins, for fear of ill luck.

At last, on the evening of the nineteenth day, comes the paternal
grandmother, who, by custom, is the mistress of ceremonies, a fact
which seems a little strange, for though the child takes its descent
from the mother, the father's people name the baby and conduct the
ceremony. The grandmother sees to the fire and attends to the stew of
mutton with shelled corn, called _nukwibi_, and the sweet corn
pudding, called _pigame_, cooking for the feast in the morning. While
she is bustling about, boiling a tea of juniper twigs, placing a few
stones in the fire to heat for use in the morning, and pounding
soaproot, the relatives are bringing plaques of basket-work heaped
with fine meal as presents to the new-born. These the mother receives
with the woman's words of thanks, _eskwali_--the men's word being _kwa
kwi_--and invites the guests to partake of food. It is late when the
relatives depart, and the mother busies herself with getting ready the
return presents, adding, perhaps, with a generous hand, more than was
given, while the object of all this preparation is sleeping oblivious,
hidden beneath his blanket.

At the first glint of dawn the godmother arises, renews the fire, and
draws with fine meal four short parallel lines on the walls, floor,
and ceiling of the room, and on the lines on the floor puts a prayer
feather tied to a cotton string, and above that places a bowl of amole
suds. The mother kneels by the bowl, her long black hair falling in
the foam, and the godmother dips an ear of corn in the suds four times
and touches each time the head of the mother with the end, then bathes
her head. Perhaps others of the guests who have come early for the
ceremony use the suds in turn with an idea of getting some imaginary
benefit; the practical benefit of cleanliness is obtained at any rate.
The mother's arms and legs are bathed in the juniper tea; the heated
stones placed in a cracked bowl and some of the tea thrown over them,
form an impromptu sweat bath, while she stands, wrapped in a blanket,
over the steam. This finishes the part of the ceremony designed for
purification.

The old woman carefully sweeps up the room and puts all the sweepings
in a bowl which she throws over the mesa, while another woman
sprinkles water on the floor, saying, "clouds and rain," the two magic
words which are often on the lips and in their thoughts. Now the baby
is waked from his blissful sleep, bathed in soapsuds, and rinsed with
a mouthful of water applied in the manner of a Chinese laundryman.
This time it is not ashes but white corn meal with which he is rubbed,
and all the company rub suds on his head with ears of corn dipped in
the wash bowl. The godmother puts meal on the baby's face and neck,
and, waving an ear of corn, prays over the mother and child. This is
the prayer: "May you live to be old, may you have good corn, may you
keep well, and now I name you Samiwiki," ("roasting ears"), or she
bestows any name which strikes her fancy. All the other relatives give
the baby a name and it is a matter of chance which one survives.

The naming of the baby being ended, the dedication of the child to the
sun is next in order. As a preliminary, the baby is introduced to the
hard lot of the cradle. The cradle may be a bent stick interlaced with
twigs, a cushion of frayed juniper bark placed on it and a bow
attached to the upper end to protect the baby's face. A small blanket
or two form the covering. The mother tucks the little fellow in,
placing his arms straight along his sides and finishes by lashing him
round and round with a sash until he resembles a miniature mummy. The
godmother has not been idle meanwhile. She has taken meal and made a
white path out the door, and at a signal from the father, who has been
anxiously watching for sunrise from a neighboring housetop, she
quickly takes up the cradle and carries it low down over the path of
meal, out to where the sun may be seen. The women have put on their
clean mantas, the mother has arrayed herself in her embroidered cotton
wedding blanket, and they stand in the clear dawn, a picturesque group
of sun-worshippers. The godmother draws away the blanket from the
baby's face, holds a handful of meal to her mouth, and says a short
prayer over it and throws it toward the sun; so also does the mother,
and the ceremony is over.

The assembly then turns to the _nukwibi_, _pigame_, and other good
things, for among the Hopi a feast always follows a ceremony, just as
enlightened people enjoy a good dinner after church; but before they
begin the repast, a pinch of the food must be taken out and thrown by
the ladder or into an inner room as an offering to the sun. The baby,
being guest of honor, is first to eat of the food, though the act
would seem a mere pretense. Directly he is laid aside to resume his
broken slumbers while all assembled fall to with keen appetites. Soon
the guests arise to depart, and receiving their "Indian gifts" return
to their homes.

Custom demands, however, that other things for the welfare of the
child be done. A boy should have a swift insect called _bimonnuh_ tied
to his wrist to make him a runner, and a girl a cocoon of a butterfly
to make her wrists strong for grinding corn. Later, for some reason, a
band of yucca is put on the child's wrist and ankle and left on for
several days, when the child is held over an ant hill, the bands taken
off and left to the ants.

It is pleasant to know that the Hopi are good to the old. In the
ceremony just described they are given special gifts of food and meal,
and if the grandmother is an invalid she is tenderly carried to the
dedication.[2]

    [2] From Natal Ceremonies of the Hopi Indians. J. G. Owens,
    Journal of American Ethnology and Archaeology, Vol. II, 1892.

When the number of children born is considered, there seems to be no
reason why the Hopi should not soon have a dense population, instead
of remaining stationary. When more is known, though, of the unripe
melons and other green things given the children to eat at their own
sweet will, the wonder is that any of them ever reach the years of
discretion. It is a wise provision of custom that the children are not
required to wear any clothes whatever, and one soon becomes accustomed
to the graceful, animated little bronzes that swarm in the quaint,
terraced pueblos.

Nowhere are these little flowers of the tree of life more cunning and
interesting. Like the Japanese children they seem to deserve no
correction, and it is as rare a sight as green grass, in the land of
Tusayan, to see a parent strike a child. Always instead there is
kindness and affection worthy of the highest praise. It is refreshing
to observe the association of children with their parents or near
relatives, and how quiet and obedient they are. This close parental
attention must be the secret of good children wherever the country may
be. The Hopi children are fortunate in having many teachers who, at
home or in the fields or in the country, explain to them the useful
things which they should know in order to become good citizens of
Tusayan. It surprises visitors to find out how much the little people
have learned, not only of the birds, plants, and other sides of
nature, but of their future duties in the house, the fields, and the
village, and one comes to respect the Hopi kindergarten in which the
children are taught through play-work and unconsciously come to "know
how." Even the odd-looking dolls, which the Hopi children love with
the same fervor as the rest of the little men and women of the child
world, assist in teaching. These dolls, carved from cottonwood and
brilliantly decorated with paint, feathers, and shells, represent the
numerous beings who inhabit the spiritual world supposed to rule the
destinies of the Hopi. The children are given these wooden figures to
play with, and thus they learn the appearance of the gods and at the
same time get a lesson in mythology.

In their sport, several little fellows armed with bows and arrows may
pretend to guard the pueblo, and no doubt they have the same proud
feeling in possessing these savage weapons of war as a small white boy
has when master of a toy gun. Little tots scarcely able to walk will
be encouraged to shoot at a target made of a bundle of sage-brush set
up in the sand at no great distance, and loud is the applause from the
parents and other onlookers when one of these infants bowls over the
target. The girls congregate in a secluded street and play, their soft
voices quite in contrast with any such group of white children.
Perhaps the game is "play house," with the help of a few stones and
much imagination. The moment, however, a visitor casts his eye in
their direction the game is broken up and all become painfully
conscious of his presence. Should a rain fill the water holes on the
mesa the children have great sport bathing, splashing around like
ducks and chasing one another. This must be a rare treat to the
children, because, like Christmas, the good fortune of a rainwater
bath may come but once a year.

Wherever the grown people go, the children go along, berrying,
gathering grass and yucca for baskets, or seeds of the wild plants for
food, watching the cornfield, or gathering the crops, each having a
little share in the work and a good portion of amusement. One soon
sees that the children of the Hopi help in everything that is going on
and take care not to hinder. If a house is being built, the little
ones work as hard as their elders, carrying in their baskets a tiny
load of stones or earth for the building with an earnestness that is
really amusing. Outside of the Hopi towns one usually finds a number
of inscriptions in picture writing on the rocks. Besides the
inscriptions there are many cup-shaped depressions that have puzzled
more than one visitor. One day some children were seen hammering
diligently on the rocks with hand-stones, and it was found that they
were digging cup-cavities in the soft sandstone, perhaps making tiny
play-reservoirs to catch rain water. The children may also be
responsible for many of the queer pictures that adorn the smooth sides
of the rocks around the villages; and who knows but that many ancient
inscriptions on the Arizona rocks were cut by childish hands.

In every Hopi child's life the time comes when he must join some one
of the brotherhoods or societies, which take in nearly every one in
the pueblos, so that a young man to have any standing must belong to
one at least of the Kachina brotherhoods. The boys during their solemn
initiation are soundly whipped by the "flogger," whose name need but
be mentioned to the little ones to make them scamper.

But this takes us beyond the age of tender childhood in the children's
Paradise. To a children's friend the Hopi tots are a perennial joy.
Their bright eyes are full of appreciation, though bashfulness may
make them hide behind mother's skirts, but there is a magic word they
have learned from the white people which overcomes that. A picture
still dwells in the writer's mind of a little fellow who approached
some visitors as near as he dared and spoke the two words of English
he knew: "Hello, kente" (candy).

Although the ceremony of marriage is of small importance in comparison
with the endless ceremonies of the Hopi priesthoods, yet a great deal
of interest clusters around it and it is really a complicated affair.
The trying antecedent stage of courtship, so amusing to those not
concerned, is the same as among civilized young men and maidens. One
of the first questions Hopi women ask one is, "Have you a wife?" and
if the answer is negative, they express condolence and sympathy, if
they do not go so far as to inquire the reason. As elsewhere, the
young man must show some possession and likewise an ability to provide
before he can take the step of matrimony, and of course, the most
inflexible rule of all those which regulate the affairs in Hopiland is
observed in making the choice of a wife--the absolute prohibition
against marriage between members of the same clan. If both have the
totem of the tobacco plant, for instance, it would be hopeless to
think of union even if it were imaginable that such a thing would ever
enter a Hopi's thoughts. There may be no relationship, but if the clan
name is the same, there is an effectual bar.

One of the sure signs that matters are going smoothly is when a girl
is seen combing a young man's hair, seated perhaps in the doorway
where all the world may stare. This is taken to mean a betrothal, but
long before this in a community where everyone's business is known,
the "match" has been no secret. Hopi courtship presents advantages. No
prospectively irate parents have to be asked; the Peaceful People do
not put thorns in the path of true love, but let things adjust
themselves in a simple, natural way. There are no first families with
pride of birth or wealth, no exclusive circles or cliques, there is no
bar except the totem in this perfect democracy.

When the young people decide to be married, the girl informs her
mother, who takes her daughter, bearing a tray of meal made from white
corn, to the house of the bridegroom where she is received by his
mother with thanks. During that day she must labor at the mealing
stones, grinding white corn, silent and unnoticed; the next day she
must continue her task with the white corn. On the third day of this
laborious trial she grinds the dark blue corn which the Hopi call
black, no doubt glad when the evening brings a group of her friends,
laden with trays of meal of their own grinding, as presents, and
according to custom, these presents are returned in kind, the trays
being sent back next day heavy with choice ears of corn.

After this three days' probation, which would indicate that a Hopi
maiden must be very devoted to undertake it, comes the wedding. Upon
that day, the mother cuts the bride's front hair at the level of her
chin and dresses the longer locks in two coils, which she must always
wear over her breast to give token that she is no longer a maiden. At
the dawn of the fourth day the relatives of both families assemble,
each one bringing a small quantity of water in a vessel. The two
mothers pound up roots of the yucca used as soap and prepare two bowls
of foaming suds. The young man kneels before the bowl prepared by his
future mother-in-law as the bride before the bowl of the young man's
mother, and their heads are thoroughly washed and the relatives take
part by pouring handsful of suds over the bowed heads of the couple.
While this ceremonial head-washing is going on, some of the women and
girls creep in between the couple and try to hold their heads over the
bowls while others strive to tear away the intruders, and a great
deal of jollity ensues. When the head-washing is over the visitors
rinse the hair of the couple with the water they have brought, and
return home. Then the bridal couple each takes a pinch of corn-meal
and leaving the house go silently to the eastern side of the mesa on
which the pueblo of Oraibi stands. Holding the meal to their lips,
they cast the meal toward the dawn, breathing a prayer for a long and
prosperous life, and return to the house as husband and wife.

The ceremony over, the mother of the bride builds a fire under the
baking stone, while the daughter prepares the batter and begins to
bake a large quantity of paper bread. After this practical and
beautiful starting of the young folks in life the mother returns to
her home. But there is much more to do before the newly married merge
into the staid married folks of Tusayan. The wedding breakfast follows
closely on the heels of the ceremony and the father of the young man
must run through the pueblo with a bag of cotton, handfuls of which he
gives to the relatives and friends, who pick out the seeds and return
the cotton to him. This cotton is for the wedding blankets and sash
which are to be the trousseau of the bride.

The practical side and the mutual helpfulness of the Hopi come out
strongly here, when a few days later the loud-voiced crier announces
the time for the spinning of the cotton for the bride's blankets.
This takes place in the kivas, where usually all the weaving is done
by the man, and with jollity and many a story the task is soon
finished. The spun cotton is handed over to the bridegroom as a
contribution from the village, to be paid for, like everything else
Hopi, by a sumptuous feast which has been prepared by the women for
the spinners. Perhaps ten sage-brush-fed sheep and goats, tough beyond
reason, are being softened in a stew, consisting mainly of corn;
stacks of paper bread have been baked; various other dishes have been
concocted, and all is ready when the crier calls in the hungry
multitude. They fall to, like the genius of famine, without knives and
forks, but with active, though not over-clean digits, at the start.
When they are through, there is little left for the gaunt,
half-starved dogs that scent the savors of the feast outside the door.
If one desires to see the Hopi at his happiest he must find him
squatted on the floor before an ample and well-spread feast.

With the spun cotton serious work begins for the bridegroom and his
male relatives lasting several weeks. A large white blanket five by
six feet and one four and a half by five feet must be woven, and a
reed mat made in which the blankets are to be rolled. A white sash
with long fringe, and a pair of moccasins, each having half a deerskin
for leggings, like those worn by the women of the Rio Grande pueblos,
complete the costume. The blankets must have elaborate tassels at the
four corners. Shortly before sunrise the bride, arrayed in her
finery, performs the last act in the drama, called "going home." It
must be explained that up to this time the bride has remained in the
house of her husband's people. Wearing the large white blanket
picturesquely disposed over her head and carrying the small blanket
wrapped in the reed mat in her hands, she walks to her mother's house,
where she is received with a few words of greeting, and the long
ceremony is over.

In this land of women's rights the husband must live with his wife's
relatives. The children, also, are hers, taking their descent from her
and are nearer kin to her brothers and sisters than to the father. The
house they live in is hers, and all the corn and other food brought
into its grain room. In case of domestic troubles, she alone has the
right of separation and can turn the man from her door. Though this
dark side of the picture is sometimes presented, the rule is that
husband and wife are faithful and live happily, as becomes the
Peaceful People.

It may be interesting to follow the history of the wedding costume,
which plays such a prominent part in the ceremony. The moccasins are
soon put to use and worn out, and thereafter the woman goes barefoot
like the rest of her sisters. The sash and blankets are rolled in a
mat and hung from a roof-beam in a back room. Perhaps the larger
blanket is embroidered, when it becomes a ceremonial blanket, or it
may be pressed into use for carrying corn and watermelons from the
fields. The smaller blanket is kept as one of the most sacred
possessions; the young mother puts it on only at the name-giving
ceremony of her first-born, and often it enshrouds her for the last
rites among the rocks below the mesa where the dead are laid away. At
the farewell ceremony of the Kachinas all the brides of the year dress
in their white robes and appear among the spectators, look on for a
time, and then return to their homes. This review of the brides adds
much to the picturesqueness of this festive occasion.[3]

    [3] The details of the marriage ceremony are taken from an
    article by H. R. Voth in the American Anthropologist, N. S.,
    Vol. 2, No. 2, April-June, 1900.

There is no doubt that to the wise customs of the pueblo dwellers is
due their survival in the deserts of the Southwest. One can only
admire the workings of the unwritten laws which have lived from out of
the experience of past centuries and continue yet to regulate the life
of Tusayan.

There is no more interesting chapter of human beliefs than that which
deals with the ideas entertained by primitive peoples of death and the
hereafter. The Hopi, like other peoples, have thought out the deep
questions of origin and destiny, peopled the mysterious spaces with
spiritual beings, and penetrated the realm of the hereafter to
describe the life after death. Thus they say that the breath body
travels and has various experiences on its way to the underworld, and
"as everyone came up from out of the _sipapu_, or earth navel, so
through the _sipapu_ to the underworld of spirits must he go after
death. Far to the west in the track of the sun must he travel to the
_sipapu_ which leads down through a lake. Food must he have for the
journey, and money of shell and green turquoise; hence bowls of food
and treasures we place in his grave. Masauah, the ruler of the
underworld, first receives the spirit. If it is the spirit of a good
man, straightway he speeds it along the pathway of the sun to the
happy abode, where the ancestors feast and dance and hold ceremonies
like those of the Hopi on the earth. Truly, we received the ceremonies
from them, long ago."

If the spirit is not good, it must be tried, so Masauah sends it on to
the keeper of the first furnace in which the spirit is placed. Should
it come out clean, forthwith it is free; if not, on it goes to a
second or a third master of the furnace, but if the third fire testing
does not cleanse the spirit, the demon seizes it and destroys it,
because it is _pash kalolomi_, "very not good!" Just how much of this
has been influenced by later teachings is a vexed question and must be
left open.

In the underworld the spirits of the ancestors are represented as
living a life of perennial enjoyment. Often they visit the upperworld,
and since the Hopi believe that their chief care is to guard the
interests of the pueblos of Tusayan, they must be appeased by prayers
and offerings in order to secure their good will.

The last offices of the dead are very simple. In sitting posture with
head between the knees, with cotton mask, symbolic of the rain cloud,
over the face, and sewed fast in a ceremonial blanket, the body is
carried down among the rocks by two men, who have cleared out a place
with their hoes. The relatives follow and without a word the body is
placed in the rude grave. A bowl containing food is set near by under
the rocks, and all return, the women washing their feet before
entering the house.

For four days the relatives visit the grave and place upon it bowls
containing morsels of food, and they also deposit there feathered
prayer-sticks. At the end of four days the "breath body" descends to
the underworld, whence it came, and is judged by the ordeal of fire.
In a closely-built town like Walpi the house is not vacated after a
death, but it would seem that this widespread custom is observed in
some of the pueblos. The Navaho, in pursuance of this custom, throw
down the earth-covered hogan over the dead, and in the course of time
a mound filled with decaying timbers marks the spot. Hopi burial
customs have not changed for centuries; they have never burned their
dead, as formerly did the Zuñi and the peoples of the Gila valley. The
ancient Hopi ceremonies contain almost the only records of their past
history in the pottery, ornaments, weapons, and relics of bone, shell,
stone, traces of prayer-sticks, cloth, baskets, and matting. These
serve to give an idea of the life and arts of the ancient Americans
who left no written record.

When one inquires for a person who, perchance, is dead, the Hopi say
he is _shilui_, which means, "gone." On closer inquiry they may tell
of the mysterious journey of the dead, through the _sipapu_, to the
land of the underworld, which is below the far-off lake.



VII

RELIGIOUS LIFE


The chief feature attracting popular interest to the Hopi is the
number and remarkable character of their ceremonies. These "dances,"
as they are usually called, seem to be going on with little
intermission. Every Hopi is touched by some one of the numerous
ceremonies and nearly every able-bodied inhabitant of the seven towns
takes an active part during the year.

This keeps the Hopi out of mischief and gives them a good reputation
for minding their own business, besides furnishing them with the best
round of free theatrical entertainments enjoyed by any people in the
world, for nearly every ceremony has its diverting as well as its
serious side, for religion and the drama are here united as in
primitive times. The Hopi live and move and have their being in
religion. They have peopled the unseen world with a host of beings,
and they view all nature as full of life. The sun, moon, stars, rocks,
winds, rain, and rivers are members of the Hopi pantheon to be
reckoned with in their complicated worship.

Every moon brings its ceremony, and the cycle of the different
"dances" is completed in perhaps four years; a few dances indeed may
have even longer intervals, but these dances do not seem to fall in
the calendar and are held whenever decided upon by the proper chief.
Some of the dances alternate also, the Snake Dance, for instance,
being held one year and the Flute Dance the following year. For half
the year, from August to January, the actors in the ceremonies wear
masks, while for the remainder of the year the dancers appear
unmasked; and as every ceremony has its particular costumes, ritual,
and songs, there is great variety for the looker-on in Tusayan. So
many are the ceremonies, which differ more or less in the different
villages, and so overwhelming is the immemorial detail of their
performance, that one might well despair of recording them, much less
of finding out a tithe of their meaning.

There is grouped around these dances the lore of clans in the bygone
centuries, innumerable songs and prayers and rites gathered up here
and there in the weary march, strewn with shells of old towns of the
forgotten days. No fear that this inexhaustible mine will be delved
out by investigators before it disappears utterly; the wonder is that
it has survived so long into this prosaic age of anti-fable. We have
here the most complete Freemasonry in the world, which, if preserved,
would form an important chapter in the history of human cults, and in
the opinion of enlightened men, it should have a record before the
march of civilization treads it in the dust.

The searcher for truth at the bottom of the Hopi well is likely to
get various answers. Seeing the importance of the sun in Hopi thoughts
and rites, one feels inclined to say "sun worship," but the clouds,
wind, rain, rocks, springs, rivers that enter into this paganism make
for "nature worship"; then the birds and beasts give "animal worship";
the plants for food and ceremony, "plant worship"; the snake means
"serpent worship," and the communion with deified ancestors shows
"ancestor worship" with unmistakable plainness.

The oldest gods in the Hopi conception of the unseen world are the
deified manifestations of Nature and the natural objects that force
themselves to his notice. The lightning, the cloud, the wind, the
snow, the rain, the water, the rainbow, the dawn, the fire, all are
beings. The sun, the moon, certain planets and constellations, and the
sky are beings of power. The surface of the earth is ruled by a mighty
being whose sway extends to the underworld and over death, fire, and
the fields; springs, rivers, and mountains have their presiding
deities. Among animals also there are many gods,--the eagle, bear,
deer, mountain lion, badger, coyote, and mole among the rest. Among
the insects the butterfly, dragonfly, and spider are most important,
the latter as the Spider Woman or Earth Goddess. She is spouse of the
Sun and as mother of the warrior culture heroes of the race is revered
by the Hopi. To the plants, however, the list of beings does not
extend, except in few instances, as the Corn Maid or Goddess of Corn,
and perhaps to the Goddess of Germs. There are beings of the six
directions; a god of chance in games and of barter; gods of war and
the chase; a god of the oven, and endless beings, good and bad, that
have arisen in the Hopi fancy as the centuries rolled by with their
changes of culture.

At some period a group of beings called _Kachinas_ and new to Hopi
worship was added to the pantheon. Most of these were brought in by
the Badger clans, as tradition relates, from the East, which means the
upper Rio Grande, and some were probably introduced during the great
westward migrations of other clans from that region. The _Kachinas_
are believed to be the spirits of ancestors in some part, but the
_Kachina_ worship is remarkable for the diversity of beings that it
includes, from the representation of a tribe as the Apache _Kachina_,
to the nature beings as the sun, but many of them are not true
Kachinas. (See Chapter X, Intiwa, p. 227.)

As might be anticipated from the fact that the Hopi are made up of
clans and fragments of clans of various origin, each with its separate
ideas and practices, their beliefs and customs as to the unseen world
show a surprising variety and include those of lower and higher
comparative rank. One idea, however, running through all the
ceremonies gives a clue to their intention, obvious to any man of the
Southwest, be his skin white or brown, the desire for rain so there
shall be food and life. To wheedling, placating, or coercing the
agencies which are thought to have power to bring rain all the
energies of the Hopi are bent. Included among these petitions are
prayers for other things that seem good and desirable, and the
ceremonies also embrace such episodes as the installing of a chief, or
the initiation of novitiates, the hunts, races, etc.

From these ceremonies, which fall under one or the other of the
thirteen moons, we may select the more striking for a brief
description of their more salient features.

No one can determine which ceremony begins the Hopi calendar, but
perhaps the Soyaluna, celebrated at the last of December, should have
the honor. Not because it nearly coincides with our Christmas, but
because it marks the astronomical period known as the winter solstice,
an important date which ought by right to begin the new year. Few
strangers see the Soyaluna, but those who have braved the winter to be
present say that it is one of the most remarkable of the Hopi
ceremonies. All the kivas are in use by the various societies taking
part, and while there is only a simple public "dance," there are
dramatic observances of surprising character going on in the meeting
places.

When the faint winter sun descends into his "south house," which is a
notch in the Elden Mesa near Flagstaff, there is great activity in the
Hopi pueblos, and as in our holiday season the people exchange
greetings of good wishes and make presents of _nakwakwoshi_,
consisting of a downy eagle feather and long pine needles tied to a
cotton string. December is a sacred month when all occupations are
limited and few games are allowed, so that the Soyal is at the center
of a "holy truce," a time of "peace on earth and good will to men,"
but strangely celebrated by pagan sun-worshippers. For the Soyal is
peculiarly a ceremony brought to Hopiland by the Patki people who came
from the south where in past centuries they worshipped the god of day.
The warrior societies of the pueblos have made this their great
festival and are most prominent in its celebration.

In the principal kiva the customary elaborate ritual has been
conducted for nine days by the Soyal fraternity, which is made up of
members of the Agave, Horn, Singers, and New Fire societies. At one
end of the kiva is placed the altar, consisting of a frame with
parallel slats on which are tied bunches of grass, and in these
bunches are thrust hundreds of gaudily painted artificial flowers. On
the top are bows covered with cotton, representing snow clouds. Before
the altar is a pile of corn laid up like a wall which has been
collected in the village to be returned filled with fertility after
the ceremony. Before the corn wall is a ridge of sand on which are set
corn fetiches of stone and wood. The medicine bowl and many pipes,
feather prayer-sticks, etc., are in position on the floor. There is
also in the Walpi ceremony a performance of the Great Feathered
Serpent who thrusts his grotesque head through an orifice in the
screen and roars in answer to the prayers of the priests.

After a series of musical songs accompanied by rattles, flutes,
whistles, and bull-roarers, and interspersed with prayers, there is an
initiation of novices. Then enters the first bird man, elaborately
costumed, whose postures and pantomime imitate a bird. Next come
another bird man and the Soyaluna maid who perform a strange dance,
then comes Eototo, the forerunner of the _Kachinas_, bearing corn, and
this episode closes with a stirring dance of the priests around the
fireplace accompanied with song.

Next occurs the fierce assault by members from the different kivas on
the Soyal shield-bearer. With wild yells and dramatic action they
thrust their shields against the sun shield as in deadly combat, but
the sun shield-bearer forces them back and vanquishes them in turn.
This remarkable drama represents perhaps the driving of the sun back
into his northward path, so that he may bring life to the Hopi. The
Soyal public dance is performed by a _Kachina_ and two _Kachina_ maids
and is simple compared with the elaborate, multicolored pageant of
other dances. At the close of the public ceremony the corn is
distributed to the villagers, and for four days consecrated pahos are
placed in the shrines, some for the dead and some for increase of
flocks, corn, peaches, and all good things spiritual and temporal and
the people feast and are happy.

In February comes a ceremony called Powamu with its introductory
ceremony called Powalawu. Some expectancy of the coming activities in
the fields is in the air and hence, as the name indicates, the
ceremony relates to getting ready, preparing the fields, etc. One of
the chief features is the sprouting of beans in the kivas and the
distribution of the sprouts to various persons. Another is the
initiation of youthful candidates, accompanied by severe flogging with
yucca switches at the hands of ferocious _Kachinas_. The ceremony
lasts nine days and is presided over by the chief of the Powamu
fraternity assisted by the _Kachina_ chief. In the kivas various rites
are carried on and altars of bright-colored sand are made. The most
interesting event is the recital of the myth of the Powamu on which
the ceremony is based. This account is given by a costumed priest who
represents the _Kachina_ Muyingwa, the god of germs, and relates to
the wanderings of certain clans and their arrival in Tusayan.

On the ninth and last day bands of different _Kachinas_ roam the
village, some furnishing amusement to the people and others bringing
terror to naughty children, while still others go about distributing
bean sprouts or on various errands. With this ceremony the joyous
season of the _Kachinas_ begins. Dr. Fewkes says:[4]

  The origin of this feast dates from the adventures of a hero of
  the _Ka-tci-nyu-muh_, "_Ka-tci-nia_ people." The following legend
  of this people is preserved. While the group of gentes known by
  this name was on its travels, they halted near the San Francisco
  Mountains and built houses. During this moon the hero went out to
  hunt rabbits, and came to a region where there was no snow. There
  he saw another _Ka-tci-na_ people dancing amidst beautiful
  gardens. He received melons from them, and carrying them home,
  told a strange story of a people who inhabited a country where
  there were flowering plants in midwinter. The hero and a comrade
  were sent back, and they stayed with these people, returning home,
  loaded with fruit, during February. They had learned the songs of
  those with whom they had lived, and taught them in the kib-va of
  their own people.

    [4] For an extended study of this ceremony see The Oraibi Powamu
    Ceremony by H. R. Voth, Publication 61, Field Columbian Museum,
    Chicago, 1901, and Tusayan Katcinas by Dr. J. Walter Fewkes,
    15th Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology.

The Great Plumed Serpent who appears in the mythology of many American
tribes is the chief actor in the Palulukong ceremony, which is held in
March. It is a serpent drama in which the sun also has high honor. The
actors are masked, as the ceremony is under the control of the
_Kachinas_, who are adept at theatrical performances when represented
by the fertile-minded Hopi.

The clans have gathered in their respective kivas, where painting of
masks and other paraphernalia, rehearsals, etc., have continued for
several days. In the kiva which is for the nonce to be the theater, a
crowd of visitors have assembled, and in the middle of the room two
old kiva chiefs sit around the fire, which they feed with small twigs
of greasewood to produce an uncertain, flickering light.

The arrival of the first group of actors is heralded by strange cries
from without the kiva, and a ball of corn meal thrown down the
hatchway is answered with invitations to enter. The fire is darkened
by a blanket held over it, and the actors climb down the ladder and
arrange their properties. The fire tenders drop the blankets, and on
the floor is seen a miniature field of corn made by fastening sprouted
corn in clay pedestals. Behind this corn field is a cloth screen
decorated with figures of human beings, corn, clouds, lightning, etc.,
hung across the room, and along the screen six openings masked by
flaps. On either side of the screen stand several masked men, one
dressed as a woman holding a basket tray of meal and an ear of corn. A
song begins and the actors dance to the music; the hoarse roar of a
gourd horn resounds through the kiva, and instantly the flaps in the
screen are drawn up and the heads of grotesque serpents with goggle
eyes, feather crest, horn, fierce teeth, and red tongues, appear in
the six openings. Farther and farther they seem to thrust themselves
out, until four feet of the painted body can be seen. Then as the
song grows louder the plumed snakes sway in time to the music, biting
at each other and darting toward the actors. Suddenly they bend their
heads down and sweep the imitation cornfield into a confused heap,
then raise their wagging heads as before, and it is seen that the
central serpent has udders and suckles the others. Amid the roars of
the horn and great excitement offerings of meal and prayers are made
to the plumed serpents. The actor dressed as a woman and who
represents the mother of the _Kachinas_ now presents the corn and meal
to the serpents as food and offers his breasts to them.

Now the song diminishes, the effigies are drawn back, and the flaps
with the sun symbol painted on them let down; the blankets are again
held around the fire, the spectacle is dismantled, the actors file
out, and the people among whom the corn hills have been distributed
wait for other actors to appear, while foreign visitors wonder at the
mechanical skill displayed in constructing and manipulating the
effigies.

Now Tewan actors from Hano give a remarkable buffalo dance. They wear
helmets, representing buffalo heads, and are clad in black sheep
pelts. In their hands they hold zigzag lightning wands, and to the
beat of a drum dance with characteristic postures; with them dance a
man and boy dressed as eagles, who give forth shrill bird calls. This
dance is an introduction from Rio Grande Pueblos.

After them comes another group of actors clothed in ceremonial kilts
and wearing helmet masks. They are called the "Stone War Club
_Kachinas_" and with them are two men dressed as women; one,
representing the Spider Woman, dances before the fire with graceful
movements of the arms and body to the sound of singing and the beat of
a drum. At the close of the dance she distributes seeds of corn,
melons, and useful plants.

The fourth act is that of the Maiden Corn Grinders. First, two masked
men bring down the ladder bundles containing two grinding slabs and
grinding stones and arrange them on the floor. After them come two
masked girls in elaborate ceremonial attire, followed in a little
while by a line of masked dancers who form the chorus. At a signal the
chorus begins to sing and posture while the maids grind corn in time
with the song. They then leave the mills and dance in the middle of
the room with graceful movements, pointing at the audience with ears
of corn, while the bearers of the mill stones put pinches of meal in
the mouths of the spectators.

The fifth act is somewhat like the first, except that there are two
huge snakes, and several of the actors as chorus, with knobs of mud on
their masks, wrestle with the snakes in a most realistic fashion and
afford great entertainment.

After this act another set of performers gives a more remarkable
serpent drama. Back of the field of corn on the floor are seen two
large pottery vases, and, as if by magic, the covers of the vases fly
back, and from them two serpents emerge, swoop down and overthrow the
corn hills, struggle with each other and perform many gyrations, then
withdraw into the vases. In the dim light of the kiva fire the cords
by which the serpents are manipulated cannot be seen, and the realism
of the act is wonderful. In other years the acts are even more
startling, as when masked men wrestle with serpents which seem to try
to coil about their victims. The actor thrusts one arm in the body of
the snake in order to give these movements, while a false arm is tied
to his shoulder. Sometimes also the corn-maid grinders are represented
by joined figures surrounded by a framework. They are made to bend
backward and forward and grind corn on small _metates_. At times they
raise one hand and rub meal on their faces, like the Hopi corn
grinders in daily life, while above them on the framework two birds
carved from wood and painted are made to walk back and forth. On the
day of the public dance the corn maids attended by many masked
_Kachinas_ grind in the dance plaza.

The Great Plumed Serpent who has control of all the waters of the
earth and who frequents the springs, once, as the legend goes, caused
a great flood and was appeased only by the sacrifice of a boy and
girl. (See Myths.) The home of this monster was in the Red Land of the
South, whence some of the Hopi clans came. Dr. J. Walter Fewkes
believes that the great serpent of Mexican and Central American
mythology is this same being, which shows the debt of the Hopi to the
culture of the south.

Now the _Kachinas_ throng the pueblos and a perfect carnival reigns
with the joyful Hopi. There is a bewildering review of the hosts of
the good things and bad, interwoven with countless episodes. Songs of
great beauty, strange masked pageants, bright-tinted _piki_ and
_Kachina_ bread attract powerfully three of the senses, and the Hopi
enjoy the season to the full with the knowledge that the growing crops
thrive toward perfection in the fields below the mesa.

The _Kachinas_ are the deified spirits of the ancestors, who came from
San Francisco Mountains and perhaps from the Rio Grande and other
places, to visit their people. Their name means the "sitters," because
of the custom of burial in a sitting posture, and they resemble "The
watchers sitting below" of _Faust_. They are believed to guard the
interests of the Hopi and to intercede with the gods of rain and
fertility. Their first coming is in December at the Soyal ceremony,
and others continue to come till August when the great Niman, or
Farewell _Kachina_, is celebrated with songs, dances, and feasting.

These deified spirits, or _Kachinas_, are personated by Indians who
sometimes go outside the town, dress themselves in appropriate
costume, present themselves at the gate, and are escorted through the
streets with great fun and frolic. Every few days there is a new
arrival and a fresh festival. Each year there is something new, and
the Indians rack their inventive genius to produce the most startling
masks and costumes. The _kachinas_ admit of any character in the
extensive Hopi mythology. Almost any character from a clown to a god
can be introduced, and there are songs belonging to each. Every male
Hopi takes some part in the _kachinas_, and all dates and distances
are cancelled when these dances are in progress.

The _kachina_ dances promote sociability among the pueblos. The Walpi
boys, for instance, may give a representation of a _kachina_ at a
neighboring pueblo in return for a like expression of good-will on
some other occasion. It goes without saying that there is a friendly
rivalry among the pueblos, each striving to give the best dance. Like
his white brothers, the Indian works harder at his amusement than at
almost anything else.

These dances also show the cheerful Hopi at his best,--a true,
spontaneous child of nature. They are the most characteristic
ceremonies of the pueblos, most musical, spectacular, and pleasing.
They are really more worthy of the attention of white people than the
forbidding Snake Dance, which overshadows them by the element of
horror.

In July the _kachinas_ take their flight, and with a great culminating
ceremony the Hopi bid them farewell. The Niman, or Farewell ceremony,
begins about July 20th and lasts nine days, like the four great
ceremonies between August and November, and like them also having a
regular secret ritual in the kivas. Instead, however, of one day or so
of public ceremony, the Niman furnishes many surprises and sallyings
forth to the amusement of the populace. Delegates hurry on very long
journeys for sacred water, pine boughs, and other essentials for the
use of the priests. Sad indeed is the state of the Hopi that fate
detains, and strong must be circumstances that prevent his reunion
with his people at this great festival.

The Niman public dances which follow the eight days of kiva rites are
imposing spectacles. The first takes place before sunrise and the
second in the afternoon. There are many _kachinas_ in rich costumes,
wearing strange helmets and adorned in many striking ways. They carry
planting sticks, hoes, and other emblematic paraphernalia. A number
are dressed as female _kachinas_. These furnished an accompaniment to
the song by rasping sheep's scapulæ over notched sticks placed on
wooden sounding boxes. The male and female dancers stand in two lines
and posture to the music, and the former turn around repeatedly during
the dance. The children especially enjoy the dance, because the
_kachinas_ have brought great loads of corn, beans, and melons, and
baskets of peaches, which are gifts for the young folks, and dolls,
bows, and arrows are also given them. The dance is repeated in the
afternoon in another plaza, after which the procession departs to
carry offerings to a shrine outside the town and the drama of the
Farewell _kachina_ is over.

With the coming of the different clans, each having some ceremony
peculiar to itself, and held at a certain time in the year, there must
have been an adjustment of interests to fit the ceremonies to the
moons, as we now see in the Hopi calendar. This may explain the fusing
of the Snake-Antelope ceremonies and the two Flutes, which come in
August, and the assignment of the two groups to alternate years. It is
to be expected also that rain ceremonies would preponderate in the
Southwest, and by mutual concessions the clans making up the Hopi
would arrange their rites to fit in the month when the rain-makers are
needed. Thus, the women's ceremonies in September and October would
not need to be disturbed, perhaps to the relief of the obscure Hopi
who, like Julius Cæsar, reformed the calendar.

The Snake and Flute ceremonies of the Hopi are most widely known,
since at this season of the year most travelers visit Tusayan, and
besides, the Snake Dance, from its elements of horror, has
overshadowed other ceremonies that are beautiful and interesting.
Still, the Snake Dance is unique, and in its unfolding displays virile
action and the compelling force of man over the lesser animate
creation, giving to the drama a certain grandeur not observed in other
ceremonies. No form of language is capable of describing it. Those
who have seen it make it an unforgettable episode in their lives.
Those who have made it a study declare that the mind of man has never
conceived its equal.

When the Snake and Antelope fraternities descend into their respective
kivas about the middle of August, the rites commence. The events that
attract popular interest begin at once on the first day, when a party
of Snake priests, painted and costumed and with snake whips and
digging sticks in their hands, descend from the mesa to hunt snakes in
the north quarter. These men, keenly watching for snake trails,
eagerly search, beating the sage-brush and digging in holes that may
harbor their quarry, thrusting their hands into such places with the
utmost fearlessness. At sunset, after an exhausting day's work, they
return from the hunt with snakes, if they have been successful, which
are transferred from their pouches into the snake jars. For four days
the hunt goes on, each day to a different world quarter. If a snake is
seen it is sprinkled with meal, and as it tries to escape, one of the
hunters seizes it a few inches back of the head and places it in his
pouch.

When the snakes, big and little, venomous and harmless, have been
collected and stowed away in the jars like those used by the women to
carry water, there comes the great event of snake washing. The priests
assemble in the kiva and seat themselves on stone seats around the
wall, holding in the hand a snake whip made of two eagle feathers
secured to a short stick. On the floor dry sand has been spread out
and on it a medicine bowl of water. The snakes have been placed in
bags near by in the care of priests, and the snake washer, arrayed as
a warrior, sets himself before the bowl, while back of him stand two
men waving snake whips. A weird song begins, and the warrior thrusts
his hand into the bag and draws out a handful of snakes, plunges them
into the medicine water, and drops them on the sand. Then the snakes
are rapidly passed to the warrior, who plunges them and casts them
forth, while the priests wave their wands and sing, now low and now
loudly and vehemently. Some of the snakes try to escape, but are
herded on the sand field, which is for the purpose of drying them. The
snakes are left on the floor for a few hours intervening before the
public dance, a writhing mass, watched over by naked boys. These boys,
barefoot and otherwise entirely naked, sit down on the stones and with
their whips or naked hands, play with the snakes, permitting them to
crawl over and under their feet, between their legs, handling them,
using them as playthings, paying no more attention to the rattlesnakes
than to the smallest harmless whip-snakes, creating a sight never to
be forgotten. It must be admitted, however, that owing to the absolute
abandon and recklessness used by the boys in handling these snakes,
all of one's preconceived notions of the dangerousness of the
rattlesnake entirely disappear. Occasionally, one of the snakes,
being tossed to a distance of four or five feet, apparently resents
the insult, but before the snake has had sufficient time to coil, it
will be straightened out by one of the other boys or tossed back to
its original position, and so the sport (for it was nothing less to
these boys) continue, as has been stated, for more than two hours.[5]

    [5] The Mishongnovi Ceremonies of the Snake and Antelope
    Ceremonies. G. A. Dorsey and H. R. Voth. Field Columbian Museum,
    Chicago, 1902, p. 247-248.

Dr. Fewkes thus describes the Walpi snake washing:

  The Snake Priests, who stood by the snake jars which were in the
  east corner of the room, began to take out the reptiles, and stood
  holding several of them in their hands behind Su-pe-la, so that my
  attention was distracted by them. Su-pe-la then prayed, and after
  a short interval two rattlesnakes were handed him, after which
  venomous snakes were passed to the others, and each of the six
  priests who sat around the bowl held two rattlesnakes by the necks
  with their heads elevated above the bowl. A low noise from the
  rattles of the priests, which shortly after was accompanied by a
  melodious hum by all present, then began. The priests who held the
  snakes beat time up and down above the liquid with the reptiles,
  which, although not vicious, wound their bodies around the arms of
  the holders. The song went on and frequently changed, growing
  louder and wilder, until it burst forth into a fierce,
  blood-curdling yell, or war-cry. At this moment the heads of the
  snakes were thrust several times into the liquid, so that even
  parts of their bodies were submerged, and were then drawn out,
  not having left the hands of the priests, and forcibly thrown
  across the room upon the sand mosaic, knocking down the crooks and
  other objects placed about it. As they fell on the sand picture
  three Snake priests stood in readiness, and while the reptiles
  squirmed about or coiled for defense, these men with their snake
  whips brushed them back and forth in the sand of the altar. The
  excitement which accompanied this ceremony cannot be adequately
  described. The low song, breaking into piercing shrieks, the
  red-stained singers, the snakes thrown by the chiefs, and the
  fierce attitudes of the reptiles as they lashed on the sand
  mosaic, made it next to impossible to sit calmly down, and quietly
  note the events which followed one after another in quick
  succession. The sight haunted me for weeks afterwards, and I can
  never forget this wildest of all the aboriginal rites of this
  strange people, which showed no element of our present
  civilization. It was a performance which might have been expected
  in the heart of Africa rather than in the American Union, and
  certainly one could not realize that he was in the United States
  at the end of the nineteenth century. The low weird song continued
  while other rattlesnakes were taken in the hands of the priests,
  and as the song rose again to the wild war-cry, these snakes were
  also plunged into the liquid and thrown upon the writhing mass
  which now occupied the place of the altar. Again and again this
  was repeated until all the snakes had been treated in the same
  way, and reptiles, fetiches, crooks and sand were mixed together
  in one confused mass. As the excitement subsided and the snakes
  crawled to the corners of the _kiva_, seeking vainly for
  protection, they were pushed back in the mass, and brushed
  together in the sand in order that their bodies might be
  thoroughly dried. Every snake in the collection was thus washed,
  the harmless varieties being bathed after the venomous. In the
  destruction of the altar by the reptiles the snake _ti-po-ni_
  stood upright until all had been washed, and then one of the
  priests turned it on its side, as a sign that the observance had
  ended. The low, weird song of the Snake men continued, and
  gradually died away until there was no sound but the warning
  rattle of the snakes, mingled with that of the rattles in the
  hands of the chiefs, and finally the motion of the snake whips
  ceased, and all was silent.

On the previous day the Antelope society had celebrated its race and
public dance, which duplicate those of the Snake society, except that
the former take first place, and instead of snakes, the priests dance
about, the leader holding a bundle of cornstalks in the mouth.

Now comes the stirring dawn race of the Snake society. The race is
from a distant spring to the mesa and is full of excitement, filling
one with surprise at the endurance of the runners. The winner will
arrive at the kiva, breathing more freely, perhaps, than usual, but
showing almost no traces of his strenuous efforts, and will wait
quietly for the award of the prize. In the kiva meanwhile the priests
have been enacting a drama of the Snake legend.

After a few hours, when the sun is getting low, the Antelope priests
file out and after circling the plaza stand in line awaiting the Snake
priests, who advance with tragic strides. They circle the plaza three
times, each stamping on a plank in front of the cottonwood bower,
_kisi_, to notify the denizens of the underworld that a ceremony in
their honor is progressing. They face the Antelope chorus, the rattles
tremble with a sound like the warning of the rattlesnake, and a deep,
low-toned chant begins like a distant storm. The chant increases in
volume, the lines sway, then undulate backward and forward, and at
last, in a culminating burst of the chant, the Snake men form in
groups of three and dance around the plaza with a strange step like a
restrained leap. The snakes have been placed in the _kisi_ in care of
the passer hidden among the boughs. As the trios in succession arrive
before the _kisi_ the carrier drops to his knees, secures a snake
which he grasps in his mouth, rises and dances around in a circular
path four times, when the snake is dropped to the ground and is picked
up with lightning rapidity by the third member of the trio who retains
the squirming reptile in his hands. Thus these groups of _demons_
circle until all the snakes have been carried. The chant ceases; a
priest draws a cloud symbol in white meal on the rock floor of the
mesa, and with wild action the gatherers throw the snakes on the meal;
a fierce scramble ensues, and in a moment one sees the priests running
down the trails to deposit their brothers among the rocks a mile or so
away.

After all, no ceremony goes on in Hopiland without the aid of the
gentler sex. While the dance has focussed the attention of every eye a
group of maids and matrons, neat and clean as to hair and costume, and
holding trays of sacred meal, have sprinkled the dancers and snakes
as they passed by. The Antelopes take up their line, march around the
plaza the required number of times, file away to their kiva, and the
public dance is over. Those who wish, however, go to the mesa side to
see the effects of the powerful emetic taken by the Snake priests as a
purification. At Walpi, the old Snake Woman, Saalako, brews the
medicine, and she knows how many black bettles must be stewed in this
concoction of herbs. Last, but not least, comes the feast consumed
with the appetite of youth amid general rejoicing if the August rain
cumuli burst over the fields. For several days after the Snake Dance
the young and not too old play jolly comes the feast consumed with the
appetite of youth, childlike simplicity.

A bite from a venomous snake so rarely occurs that there is no eye
witness, so far as is known, to such happening. The fangs are not
extracted, nor are the snakes stupefied. Careful handling and the
herding of the reptiles with others of their kind before the ceremony
perhaps give the explanation.

The Snake Ceremony, whose wild scenes rack the nerves of the onlooker,
is a prayer for rain and is based on a legend whose sentiment might be
applauded if the other passive actors were not subject to an
instinctive enmity. Snakes are blood brothers of the Hopi Snake clan.

The legend relates that a youth, having the curiosity to know where
the waters flowed, embarked in a hollow log, closed except a small
orifice, and went down the Great Colorado to its mouth, thus
antedating the perilous feat of Major Powell by a long time! Here he
found the Spider Woman, who prompted him in his dealings with the
people living there. After many strange adventures, during which he
was taught the rites now practiced by the Snake society, he won the
daughter of a Snake chief and brought her to his country. The first
fruits of this union were snakes, who bit the Hopi and who were driven
away on this account. Later, children were human, and with them
originated the Snake clan, whose wanderings brought them at last to
Walpi; and tradition affirms that they were among the first arrivals
there.

The Flute Ceremony, which alternates with the Snake-Antelope Ceremony,
is most pleasing and interesting. Visitors to Hopiland in August of
the proper year are always charmed with the dramatic performance and
beautiful songs of the Flute society. In Walpi there is only one
priesthood of the Flute, but in other pueblos of the Middle Mesa and
in Oraibi there are two, one of the Blue Flute and the other of the
Gray Flute.

On the first day the sand altar is made and at night the songs are
begun. Within the kiva the interminable rites go on, and daily the
cycle of songs accompanied with flutes is rehearsed. A messenger clad
in an embroidered kilt and anointed with honey runs with flowing hair
to deposit prayer-sticks at the shrines, encircling the fields in his
runs and coming nearer the pueblo on each circuit. During the seventh
and eighth days a visit is made to three important springs where
ceremonies are held, and on the return of the priests they are
received by an assemblage of the Bear and Snake societies, the chiefs
of which challenge them and tell them that if they are good people, as
they claim, they can bring rain.

After an interesting interchange of ceremonies the Flute priests
return to their kiva to prepare for the public dance on the morrow.
When at 3 A. M. the belt of Orion is at a certain place in the heavens
the priests file into the plaza, where a cottonwood bower has been
erected over the shrine called the entrance to the underworld. Here
the priests sing, accompanied with flutes, the shrine is ceremonially
opened and prayer-sticks placed within, and they return to the kiva.
At some of the pueblos there is a race up the mesa at dawn on the
ninth day as in other ceremonies.

On the evening of the ninth day the Flute procession forms and winds
down the trail to the spring in order: a leader, the Snake maiden and
two Snake youths, the priests, and in the rear a costumed warrior with
bow and whizzer. At the spring they sit on the north side of the pool,
and as one of the priests plays a flute the others sing, while one of
their number wades into the spring, dives under the water, and plants
a prayer-stick in the muddy bottom. Then taking a flute he again wades
into the spring and sounds it in the water to the four cardinal
points. Meanwhile sunflowers and cornstalks have been brought to the
spring by messengers. Each priest places the sunflowers on his head
and each takes two cornstalks in his hands, and the procession, two
abreast, forms to ascend the mesa. A priest draws on the trail with
white corn meal a line and across it three cloud symbols. The Flute
children throw the offerings they hold in their hands upon the symbols
and advance to the symbols, followed by the priests who sing to the
sound of the flutes. The children pick the offerings from the ground
with sticks held in the hand, and the same performance is repeated
till they stand again in the plaza on the mesa before the cottonwood
bower, when they sing melodious songs, then disperse.

The Flute legend, of which the ceremony is a dramatization, relates
that the Bear and Snake people in early times lived along the Walpi.
The Horn and Flute people came that way and halted at a spring. Not
knowing whether other people lived in their neighborhood, they sent
out a spy who returned and reported that he had seen traces of other
peoples. The Flute people set forth to find them, and so they came to
the Walpi houses, halting at the foot of the mesa and moving up the
trail, as in the ceremony, with songs and the music of flutes.

The Walpi people had drawn a line of meal across the trail, closing it
from all comers, and demanded whence the Flutes were going and what
they desired. Then the Flute chief said:

  "We are of your blood, Hopi. Our hearts are good and our speech
  straight. We carry on our backs the tabernacle of the Flute Altar.
  We can cause rain to fall." Four times they challenged the Flute
  people as they stood before the line of meal and four times this
  reply was given. Then the Walpians erased the meal barrier and the
  Flutes passed into the pueblo, set up their altar, sang the
  cloud-compelling songs and brought the welcome rain. Then the Bear
  and Snake chiefs said, "Surely your chief shall be one of our
  chiefs."

It will be seen that this legend, collected by Dr. J. Walter Fewkes,
is enacted in the ceremony just described. And the Flute priests also
think they are more successful rain makers than the Snake-Antelope
priests, and do not hesitate to so declare.[6]

    [6] The Walpi Flute Observance, Dr. J. Walter Fewkes, Jour. Am.
    Folk-Lore, Vol. 7, Oct.-Dec., 1894.

In the September moon the Hopi women of five of the pueblos hold a
celebration of their own, which is not the least interesting ceremony
in the calendar. It is called the Lalakonti, and like the other
ceremonies of this part of the year extends over nine days. Sometimes
it is called the Basket Dance--from the great use made of the sacred
plaques in the ceremony--a quite appropriate use, since these baskets
are peculiarly the product of women's taste and skill. The details of
the kiva rites, such as _paho_ making, the construction of a sand
altar, initiation of novitiates, dispatching of messengers, songs,
etc., need not be entered into, since they belong to all the
ceremonies and have much in common.

On the morning of the fourth day, if one is up at the faintest dawn he
may see a procession emerging from the kiva and marching single-file
to deposit, with much ceremony, offerings at a shrine. At six in the
evening of the eighth day a picturesque procession winds down the
trail among the rocks to the sacred spring, where _pahos_ are planted
and rites performed. Then comes the stirring event, the race up the
trail to the kiva. Under the supervision of an old priest an even
start is made and the women run up the trail. As Hopi women in
contrast with the men are stout, the chances are that a lithe,
clean-limbed young girl will win the goal over her breathless sisters.

At daybreak on the ninth day the Lalakonti race is eagerly awaited by
the spectators and by the Lakone maid, who stands gorgeously costumed,
basket in her hand, on the trail by which the runners will come. As
the dawn brightens, they may be seen, mere specks on the trail over
the plain, and soon they run up the trail to the villages amid great
excitement and applause for the winner. The priestesses have marched
to the dance plaza, where they form a circle, and as the racers come
they rush through the circle and this act of the drama is over. Later
in the day comes the public dance, when the circle of priestesses,
each carrying a basket plaque, again forms in the plaza and begins
singing in chorus. The baskets are held in the two hands with concave
side to the front, and as the song continues the women sway their
bodies and raise the baskets slowly, first to one breast, then to the
other, and finally bring them downward to a line with the hips. In a
short time two gorgeously decorated maidens, wearing ceremonial
blankets and having bundles on their backs, advance within the circle.
All interest is centered in them as they untie their bundles and stand
for a moment at opposite sides of the circle, holding up in their
hands a basket, and then crossing back and forth and exchanging
places. All at once they throw their baskets high in the air and into
the crowd of young men. Then begins a titanic struggle that would put
a football melee in the shade. Fiercely they wrestle, till out of the
squirming, perspiring, now ragged mass emerges the lucky young man
with a much damaged basket for his prize. Sometimes these struggles
last a long time, but there is no slugging and no blood is spilt, and
there is a great deal of jollity. This closes the Lalakonti ceremony
and the celebrants return to their homes to take up their ordinary
avocations. Supela is one of the two men who aid the women in the
Lalakonti ceremony, and he also has an important place in the
Mamzrauti ceremony, described below, of which his wife, Saalako, is
the chief priestess.

The Mamzrauti ceremony, held at the October moon, is a harvest dance,
and fortunate are the Hopi when they can celebrate it with joyful
heart and abundant feasting. The Mamzrau resembles in many points the
Lalakonti, but the differences are more important. A sand picture is
made, a frame of painted slabs erected back of it, and fetiches placed
around the medicine bowl and sand picture. Novices are initiated in a
tedious ceremony lasting through several days, and messengers are sent
to springs and shrines to deposit prayer-sticks. There are ceremonial
head washings as in other ceremonies, and various secret rites are
performed in the kiva. On the fourth day the final initiation of the
novices takes place, and the priestesses dance around a pile of
peaches on the kiva floor, and, what is more, enjoy a good feast of
this prized fruit. On the sixth day a public dance is held by actors
who imitate certain _kachinas_, and on the seventh day, just at
sunset, the priestesses, some disguised as men, dance the spirited
buffalo dance. On the eighth day, disguised as clowns, they parade
around the pueblo and are attacked by the men who throw water none too
clean and various unpleasant things upon them, and after much noise
and fun, the women run home.

There is no dawn race on the morning of the ninth day, but early the
priestesses have donned their costumes and assemble in the court where
they dance and throw green cornstalks among the men who crowd around.
Later in the day comes the concluding dance, when the celebrants,
holding gaily painted slabs of wood in each hand, march into the plaza
and form a horseshoe figure with the opening toward the east. From the
kiva now come two women dressed as men, having bows and arrows in
their hands. As they advance they throw before them a package of corn
husks and shoot their arrows at it, the act representing lightning
striking and fertilizing the fields. Thus they advance by stages to
the circle of dancers and throw the bundle in their midst, shooting at
it, then shooting two arrows in the air they return to the kiva. In a
few minutes they appear again, carrying trays of dumplings of sweet
corn meal which they toss one by one to the eager spectators. Then the
circle of dancers disperse, but again and again throughout the day,
the distributors return to dispense their offerings. At sunset, the
sand pictures, fetiches, and altar slabs are removed by Saalako and
the Mamzrau is over.

At night there is a serenade by two parties of men, each party singing
loudly as though to drown the voices of the other. This serenade is
said to be in honor of the women for their pious celebration of the
Mamzrau.[7]

    [7] The Mamzrauti: A Tusayan Ceremony, by J. Walter Fewkes and
    A. M. Stephen, American Anthropologist, Vol. 5, No. 3, July,
    1892.

One of the most complicated ceremonies of the Hopi is the New Fire,
which occurs in November at five of the pueblos. Every fourth year the
ceremony is extended by the initiation of novices, but in ordinary
years it is abbreviated. Four societies take part and these include
almost every male adult in the villages, so there is no lack of
performers.

The first event that is noteworthy is the making of new fire by two of
the societies. Two pairs of fire makers each place a piece of
cottonwood on the kiva floor and drill upon it with a slender rod
revolved between the palms of the hands, until the friction of the
drill on the wood ignites the dust which has been ground off. The
little coal of fire is fed with shredded bark until flame is produced;
from this the fuel on the kiva fireplace is lighted and with a bark
fuse is carried to the kivas of the three other societies. This fire
is sacred and no one may blow upon it, or take a light from it, and
after the end of the ceremony it is suffered to go out and the ashes
are thrown over the mesa with prescribed rites. Sacrifices of pine
needles are made to the sacred fire soon after it is kindled. Most of
the Hopi are familiar with the ancient method of making fire by the
friction of wood, and it is not many years since they knew no other
way. Now matches of a particularly sulphurous variety are easy to get,
and the primitive fire drill is in force only in the New Fire
ceremony.

From day to day there are processions of the celebrating societies,
who dance through the pueblo, forming a line with locked hands and
moving with a sidelong halting step forward and backward, while the
women from the houses drench them with water and shout rude jests. At
night there are patrols of the celebrants, who ring cowbells or beat
on tin cans and make night hideous. The novices take their nocturnal
rounds at breakneck speed led by a priest, somewhat in the way of a
college initiation. These poor fellows have a hard life of fasting and
vigils; one of their ordeals is to go to a mountain about fifteen
miles away to dig soap root and white earth with which they return
gaunt and worn.

This ceremony presents more life and public exhibition than almost any
other in Hopiland, hence a description of it in brief compass is
impossible. To an onlooker it must exhibit a chaos of acts by the four
powerful fraternities that perform it, a bewildering pageant by day
and alarms and sallying forth by night, with rites also in progress in
all the kivas.

The meaning of the New Fire Ceremony is obscure, but it seems in our
present knowledge to be a prayer to the Germ God for fertility of
human beings, animals, and crops. The Germ Gods, earth gods, and fire
gods are to be placated and honored by these rites, and no doubt the
new fire ceremonies of all times and peoples were held with such
intent, for the relation of life and fire was a philosophic
observation of the remote past. With this ceremony the round of the
year has been finished and the Hopi are ready to begin again.[8]

    [8] The Naac-nai-ya. By J. Walter Fewkes and A. M. Stephen;
    Jour. American Folk-Lore, Vol. 5, 1892. The Tusayan New Fire
    Ceremony, by J. Walter Fewkes; Proc. Bost. Society Nat. Hist.,
    Vol. 26, 1895. The New Fire Ceremony at Walpi, by J. Walter
    Fewkes; Am. Anthropologist (N. S.), Vol. 2, Jan., 1900.

The Yayawimpkia are fire priests who heal by fire. They are experts
in the art of making fire by drilling with a stick on a bit of wood
and they perform this act in the Sumaikoli or Little New Fire
Ceremony. There are few of them remaining, and their services are
sometimes called for when a burn is to be treated, or some such
matter. One woman whose breast had been blistered by a too liberal
application of kerosene was healed by the Yaya, who filled his mouth
with soot and spurted the fluid over the burn, the theory of the Yaya
being that wounds made by fire should be checked by fire or the
products of fire.

The Yaya priests are supposed to be able to bring to life people who
have been killed in accidents. There is a story that a man who was
pushed off the high mesa upon the rocks below was restored to his
friends by the magical power of the Yaya. Other fabulous stories,
always placed among the happenings of the past, tell of the wonderful
doings of the Yaya. The Hopi relate that one Yaya standing at the edge
of the mesa said: "Do you see that butte over yonder [the Giant's
Chair, 30 miles distant]; it is black, is it not? I will paint it
white." So with a lump of kaolin the Yaya made magical passes skyward,
and behold, the mountain was white! A brother Yaya said, "I will make
it black again!" So with soot he made magical passes horizonward, and
behold, the butte resumed again its natural color!

Notwithstanding the style of these stories, of which there are many,
the fire-priests do perform wonderful feats of juggling and
legerdemain, especially in winter when abbreviated ceremonies are
held. On account of these performances of sleight-of-hand and
deception the Hopi are renowned as jugglers and have a reputation
extending far and wide over the Southwest.

Besides the Yaya there are many other medicine men, or shamans, who
relieve persons afflicted by sorcerers.

  The sufferer believes that a sorcerer has shot with his span-long
  bow an old turquoise bead or arrowhead into some part of his body.
  He, therefore, summons one of his shamans to relieve him. A single
  shaman is called _Tu hi ky a_, "the one who knows by feeling or
  touching." The first treatment adopted to relieve the sufferer is
  to pass an eagle feather, held by the shaman in his fingers, over
  the body of the afflicted person until the shaman asserts he feels
  and locates the missile.

  The term applied to more than one of these shamans is Poboctu or
  eye seekers. In the concluding part of the conjuring, in which
  more than one person usually engages, the shamans move around
  peering and gazing everywhere, until they determine the direction
  in which the malign influence lies. I have been informed by Mr.
  Stephen that he saw them engaged over a victim in Sitcumovi many
  years ago and that they cleverly pretended to take out of the
  sufferer's breast a stone arrowhead half the size of the hand.[9]

    [9] Dr. J. Walter Fewkes, Journal of American Ethnology and
    Archaeology, Vol. II, Boston, 1892, p. 157.

One may chance to see, even yet, a patient being treated for headache
or some minor ailment. The method is very like massage, the eyebrows,
forehead, temples and root of the nose being rubbed with straight
strokes or passes, with occasional pressure at certain points, while a
preternatural gravity is maintained by the operator.

The Hopi ideas and customs as to animals connected with their
religious observances form an interesting and picturesque feature of
their life. An account of some of the more striking customs in this
regard follows:

A few years ago a story went the rounds about a Hopi and his eagle
which a Navaho had taken. It was related that the Hopi hurried to the
agent with his grievance and secured a written order commanding the
Navaho to restore the bird. With considerable temerity the Hopi
presented the "talk paper" to the lordly Navaho, and as might have
been expected got no satisfaction. This story produced a great deal of
amusement at the time, but no one realized that there was embodied
history, folk-lore, religious custom, tribal organization, archeology,
and a number of other matters recently made clear by Dr. J. Walter
Fewkes.[10]

    [10] Property-Right in Eagles among the Hopi; Am.
    Anthropologist, N. S., Vol. II, Oct.-Dec., 1900.

It transpired that the Navaho had not bodily and by force seized an
eagle which the Hopi had captured by his craft, though one not knowing
the relations between those desert neighbors might have so thought. On
the contrary, the Navaho had taken the eagle from an eyrie on a
mountain many miles away from the Hopi villages, not dreaming of
poaching on anyone's preserves.

He would probably care as little to know that the Snake clan claims
the eagle nests near their old village of Tokonabi to the north of
Walpi; the Horn clan those to the northeast; the Firewood clan those
at the upper end of Keam's Canyon; the Bear clan those at the mouth of
the same canyon; the Tobacco clan those on the crags of Awatobi; the
Rain Cloud clan the nests in the Moki Buttes; the Reed clan those in
the region of their old town forty miles north of Navajo Springs on
the Santa Fé railroad; the Lizard clan the nests on Bitahuchi or Red
Rocks, about forty miles south of Walpi; or that the eagle nests west
of the pueblos along the Little Colorado and Great Colorado belong to
the Oraibi and Middle Mesa villagers. He would disdain the fact that
one cannot meddle with eagles within forty or fifty miles of the Hopi
towns without trespassing on property rights.

The curious fact comes out that these eagle preserves are near the
place of ancient occupancy of the clans, and show in a most
interesting way the lines of migration by which the several clans
traveled to the villages where they now live. These rights are
jealously guarded by the Hopi and are one of the sore spots in their
relations with the Navaho; they frequently ask to have the Government
define their eagle reservations by survey to establish the boundaries
free from molestation.

It may be well to say here that the eagle is a Hopi sacred bird and
one of the most important. Its feathers, like those of the turkey,
parrot, and other birds, are of especial use in the religious
ceremonies. The downy plumes moving at the faintest breath are thought
to be efficacious in carrying to the nature gods the prayers of their
humble worshippers.

Among the sacred hunts that of the eagle was one of the most ancient
as well as important. Small circular stone towers about four feet in
height were built and across the top were laid beams to which were
tied dead rabbits as a bait. Perhaps the mysterious towers of the
Mancos and of the north in Colorado may be explained in this light.
Within the tower the hunter hid after a ceremonial head washing
symbolic of purification, and the deposit of a prayer-offering at a
shrine. The eagle, attracted by the rabbits, circled around and at
last launched himself upon his prey. When he had fastened his talons
in a rabbit the concealed hunter reached through the beams and grasped
the king of the air by the legs and made him captive, taking him to
the village where a cage was provided for his reception. At each hunt
one eagle was liberated after a prayer-stick had been tied to his
thigh in the belief that the bird would carry the prayer to the mighty
beings with whom he was supposed to be on familiar terms.

This describes the method pursued formerly and which some of the old
men have witnessed. Now the Hopi eagle hunters take upon themselves
the difficult and somewhat hazardous task of visiting the eyries to
seize the eaglets. Not all are taken from the nest, since a wise
prohibition requires that some be left to continue the species. The
eaglets are brought to the pueblo, where their heads are washed with
due ceremony, and they are sprinkled with sacred meal. Then the
feathers are plucked out and the birds are killed by pressure on the
breastbone so as not to shed blood, and they are buried in a special
cemetery in a cleft among the rocks where a few stones are put upon
the bodies after the ritual. At the close of the ceremony of the
departure of the gods, called the Niman, or Farewell ceremony, small
painted wooden dolls and little bows and arrows are placed upon the
eagle graves and liberally sprinkled with sacred meal.

But this does not end the Hopi eagle customs. Near the school at
Dawapa, below Walpi, one may stumble upon a collection of oval objects
of wood, placed among rocks, some weathered and some bearing traces of
spots of white paint and feathers. He may learn also that this is an
eagle shrine and that these wooden eggs are prayers for the increase
of eagles prepared during the Soyaluna or Winter Solstice ceremony.
At present figurines of the domestic animals are also offered for the
same purpose. Perhaps we have here a step toward the domestication of
animals which was carried out with the turkey, parrot, and dog. In any
case, however, there is shown the veneration of the Hopi for the birds
of the air and especially the eagle, which is honored in the symbols
of so many peoples.

Among the sacred animals of the Hopi the turkey is of great
importance. In accord with the belief that the markings on the tail
feathers were caused by the foam and slime of an ancient deluge, the
feathers are prescribed for all pahos; since through their mythical
association with water they have great power in bringing rain. The
Spanish Conquerors of the sixteenth century when they visited the
pueblos spoke of "cocks with great hanging chins" they saw there, and
this is the first notice of the bird for which the world is indebted
to America. In the villages turkeys roam around without restraint and
become household pets. Sometimes also they dispute the entrance of a
village by a stranger and put him to a great deal of annoyance by
their attacks, which are usually in the nature of a surprise from the
rear. At present the Hopi keep them for their feathers, which are
plucked as occasion requires, so that the village turkey commonly has
a ragged appearance.

There were ceremonial antelope hunts before cattle and horses
destroyed the grass on the ranges and while these members of the deer
tribe were plentiful. One of the most beautiful flowers of the
Southwest, the scarlet gilia, is thought to be especially liked by the
antelope, and tradition says that for this reason the hunter formerly
ground up the flowers with sacred meal and made offerings with it for
success in hunting that graceful animal. Remains of extensive stake
fences and corrals built by the Navaho for driving the antelope are to
be seen south of the Hopi Reservation. One of these is called the
"Chindi corral," because the Navaho say that in the last great hunt
those who ate of the antelope captured were made sick and many died.
Hence no Navaho will camp in this bewitched corral or use a piece of
the wood for camp fires, no matter how great the necessity.

The Hopi sometimes hunted the antelope by driving, but usually relied
on surprise, fleetness of foot, the bow and arrow, and the boomerang.
No doubt the deer and great elk were ceremonially hunted in the old
days of tradition. There is little reason to believe that the Hopi
vegetarians have for centuries gained more than a flavor of animal
food to vary their diet. Formerly the antelope must have been more
important, though always difficult to capture. Now, the Hopi perforce
hunt rabbits, as the _tabo_ or cottontail and the _sowi_ or jackrabbit
alone of all the game animals survive in this region.

If one chances to see a hunting party set out or to encounter them in
active chase he will have a novel experience and wonder what all the
screaming, barking of dogs, and running hither and thither mean, if he
does not fear that he has met the Peaceful People on the warpath. The
hunters smeared with clay present a strange appearance. In their hands
they carry bow and arrows, boomerangs of oak, and various clubs and
sticks. One of the party is delegated to carry the rabbits, and he
usually rides a burro. In and out among the rocks of the mesa sides
they skirmish like coyotes and with quite as fiendish noise. Rabbits
have little chance unless they take to earth, and even then the Hopi
stop to dig or twist them out. Such a hunt means sixty or seventy
miles, perhaps, of hard work before the hunters dash up the home mesa
with their game to "feed the eagles" or for some other ceremonial
purpose.

Some of the ceremonial hunts bring out as many as a hundred Hopi, and
in such case those on horse or burro or afoot drive the rabbits into a
narrowing circle and close in with an exciting melee that displays
more energy than a football game. If for any reason the rabbits are
scarce and the result of a hunt is small, the Hopi return somewhat
dejected and have little to say, but if the _sowimaktu_ has been a
success they make a triumphant entry with much shouting and exultant
song.

In walking about the pueblos one sees many things connected with the
religious life of the Hopi, especially shrines. An account of the more
notable of these may prove of interest.

It is not often granted one to stand at the center of the world. The
feeling ought not to be different from that occasioned by standing at
any other place on the earth, but in the presence of the shrine by
which the Walpians mark that mysterious spot a number of inquiries
spring up in the mind. At Jerusalem, at Mecca, and at perhaps a
hundred other places are authentic earth centers, each fixed by edicts
of church or the last word of wise men and upheld against all comers.
The disputes over the center of the world in the times before men knew
that the world was round are amusing to enlightened nineteenth century
people.

The Hopi felt the need of an earth center just as other benighted
folks did in early times, so beneath the mesa cliffs among the rocks
they placed their shrine and bestowed their offerings. Just what the
Hopi believe about this particular shrine no doubt would be very
interesting.

Other shrines abound near each pueblo and are likely to be happened
upon in out-of-the-way places among the rocks where the offerings are
scattered about, some new with fresh paint and feathers and some much
weather-worn. Near the Sun Spring at Walpi there is a spot where many
rounded blocks of wood lie on the ground. This is the Eagle Shrine and
the bits of wood represent eagle eggs; the green paint and cotton
string with the prayer feather decorating them soon disappear in the
sun and wind.

While it is not good policy to pry around these sacred places,
knowing that the keen eyes of the Hopi watch from the mesa top, yet
casually some of the more interesting shrines may be visited.

At the point of the Walpi mesa where the old town stood several
centuries ago, are several shrines, to one of which the _kachinas_
after the ceremonies go in order to deposit their wreaths of pine
brought from the San Francisco Mountains and to make "breath-feather"
offerings of paint and meal. Here also they make offerings of food to
the dead. At another spot the bushes are hung with little disks of
painted gourd, each with a feather representing the squash flower.

A heap of small stones is a Mas a uah shrine, and a stone is added by
each one who passes as an offering to the terrible god of the earth,
death, and fire. No orthodox Hopi would dare to omit throwing a stone
accompanied with a prayer to Masauah, of whom all speak in fear and
with bated breath. For a good reason, then, many shrines to this god
may be seen in Hopiland, as it is necessary to appease this avenging
being.

Everyone who goes to Walpi sees the great shrine in the gap which is
called the "shrine of the end of the trail." The base and sides are
large slabs of stone, and within are various odd-shaped stones
surrounding a coiled fossil believed by the Hopi to be a stone
serpent. During the winter Sun ceremony this whole stone box blossoms
with feathered prayer-sticks, almost hiding the shrine, and converting
it into a thing of beauty.

Other holy places, most of them ruins of abandoned towns, are visited
at times by this people, who cheerfully make long journeys to
mountains and running streams for sacred water, pine boughs, or herbs.
They carry with them feather prayer-sticks and sacred meal as
offerings to the gods of the place. One of the streams from which holy
water is brought is Clear Creek near the town of Winslow, seventy-five
miles south of Walpi.

Each field has a shrine and _pahos_ are often seen there; this is also
the custom among the Zuñi and other of the Pueblos. In the center of
the main plaza of each pueblo may be seen a stone box with a slab of
stone for a door which opens to the east. This is called the _pahoki_,
or "house of the pahos," the central shrine of the village, and it is
carefully sealed up when not in use.

It is to be expected that the shrines of the ancient pueblos would
have vanished, and it is true that such remains are the rarest
encountered in exploring ruins. Still a few traces reward a careful
search in the outskirts of many of the ruins. A shrine made of slabs
of stone painted with symbolic designs of the rain cloud was found at
the ancient town of Awatobi, and is now in the National Museum.

In caves and rock recesses of the mesas are deposits of the sacred
belongings of the societies. These places, while not shrines perhaps,
are kept inviolably sacred, and no curious white visitors have peered
into them, even those highest in the good graces of the priests.

Once by chance two explorers came upon such a treasure house and with
some trepidation took a photograph of it. In a dark cleft under the
rocks were the jars in which the "snake medicine" is carried. These
were arranged without much order near a most remarkable carved stone
figure of _Talatumsi_, the "dawn goddess" painted and arrayed in the
costume of that deity. In truth, this little cavern had a gruesome
look, and knowing also the prohibition against prying, one breathed
more freely on getting away from the neighborhood.

Though the Hopi may have no house shrines, and this is said with
caution, because not much is known of their domestic life, yet in some
of the houses are rude stone images which are venerated. These images
may be household gods like the Lares and Penates of the ancients. No
one would be surprised to know that the Hopi hold the fireplace sacred
and make sacrifice to it as the shrine of Masauah, the dread ruler of
the underworld.

So while our towns have interesting churches and historical buildings,
none of them can compete with the high houses of the Hopi surrounded
by primitive shrines to the nature gods, who, in their simple belief,
protect the people and send the rains which insure abundant harvests.



VIII

MYTHS


As yet the myths of the Hopi have not been systematically collected,
hence our view of the deeper workings of the Hopi mind is a limited
one. No observer familiar with the language has lived with the Good
People in order to hear from the wrinkled sages the tales of
beginnings and the explanations of things that must be stored in their
minds, if the fragmentary utterances that are extant may give
indication. A few myths collated principally from the writings of Dr.
J. Walter Fewkes are given as examples, displaying the range and depth
of the imagination of these Indians.[11]

    [11] Since writing this Rev. H. R. Voth has published a valuable
    collection of folk-tales and myths. Field Mus. Pub. 96.

In the early days when the world was young, many monsters, most of
whom were hostile to man, roamed the earth or infested the sky, and
particularly harassed the Hopi. These monsters were gigantic in size
and possessed special weapons of tremendous power to assist them in
their supernatural craft. Long the people groaned under the ravages of
the monsters, and the time and manner of their deliverance they
delight to recount in many weird stories during the winter nights by
their flickering fires of piñon wood.

In the earth lived the Spider Woman, ancient of days, full of wisdom,
and having a tender regard for her people, the Hopi. Born to her from
a light-ray and a drop of rain were the Twins; one, the son of light,
was the little war-god called the Youth; the other was Echo, the son
of the cloud.

The Youth became the savior of the people; his heroic deeds of the old
times in slaying the monsters cause him still to be held in reverence
by the Hopi and remembered in their ceremonies.

The conquests of the Twins gave rise to many strange adventures. The
transformation of the man-eagle by the Twins is a favorite legend of
the Hopi.

In the above, in the heart of the sky, lived the Man-Eagle. On the
people of the whole earth he swooped down, carrying aloft women and
maidens to his house, where after four days he devoured them. The
Youth, journeying to the San Francisco Mountains, met at the
foot-hills the Piñon maids dressed in mantles of piñon bark and grass,
and here likewise he met the Spider Woman and the Mole. "You have
come," said they in greeting; "sit down; whence go you?" Then said the
Youth, "Man-Eagle has carried away my bride and I seek to bring her
back." "I will aid you," said the Spider Woman.

She bade the Piñon maids to gather piñon gum, wash it, and make a
garment in exact imitation of the flint arrow head armor which
rendered Man-Eagle invulnerable. So did they, and the Spider Woman
gave it, with charm flour, to the Youth. As a spider, then, so small
as to be invisible, she perched on the right ear of the Youth that she
might whisper advice. Mole led the way to the top of the mountains,
but the Piñon maids remained behind.

When they reached the summit, Eagle swooped down; they got on his back
and he soared aloft with them till he was tired. Hawk came close by,
and on his back he carried them still higher in the sky. When he was
weary, Gray Hawk took them and mounted to the heavens with them till
he could go no farther, and Red Hawk received the burden; thus, for an
immense distance, upward they flew, until the adventurers reached a
chasm in the sky through which the Youth, Spider Woman, and Mole
passed, and saw the great white house in which Man-Eagle lived.

The ladder which led into the house had for rungs sharp flint knives.
The Spider Woman advised the Youth, before mounting the ladder, to
gather a handful of sumach berries and give them to Lizard, who
received them with thanks, chewed them and gave him back the cud. The
Youth rubbed the sharp rungs with the chewed berries and they became
dull at once, and he was able to climb the ladder without cutting
himself. When he entered the house of Man-Eagle he saw hanging the
monster's flint arrow head armor, on a peg in a recess, and he at once
exchanged it for the false armor the Piñon maids had given him. In
another recess he saw Man-Eagle and his lost wife. He called out to
her that he had come to rescue her from the monster, and she replied
that she was glad, but that he could not do so, as no one ever left
the place alive. The Youth replied, "Have no fear; you will soon be
mine again."

The Spider Woman's charm was so powerful that the Man-Eagle did not
hear what was said, but he soon awoke, and put on the imitation flint
armor without detecting the fraud. He then for the first time became
aware of the Youth's presence, and demanded what he wished. "I have
come to take my wife home," answered the hero. Man-Eagle said, "We
must gamble to decide that, and if you lose I shall slay you," to
which the Youth agreed. Man-Eagle brought out a huge pipe, larger than
a man's head, and having filled it with tobacco, gave it to the hero,
saying, "You must smoke this entirely out, and if you become dizzy or
nauseated, you lose." So the Youth lit the pipe and smoked, but
exhaled nothing. He kept the pipe aglow and swallowed all the smoke
and felt no ill effect, for he passed it through his body into an
underground passageway that Mole had dug. Man-Eagle was amazed and
asked what had become of the smoke. The Youth, going to the door,
showed him great clouds of dense smoke issuing from the four cardinal
points, and the monster saw that he had lost.

But Man-Eagle tried a second time with the hero. He brought two
deer-antlers, saying, "We will each choose one, and he who fails to
break the one he chooses loses." The antler which he laid down on the
northwest side was a real antler, but that on the southeast was an
imitation made of brittle wood. Spider Woman prompted the Youth to
demand the first choice, but Man-Eagle refused him that right. After
the youth had insisted four times, Man-Eagle yielded, and the hero
chose the brittle antler and tore its prongs asunder, but Man-Eagle
could not break the real antler, and thus lost a second time.

Man-Eagle had two fine, large pine trees growing near his house, and
said to the hero, "You choose one of these trees and I will take the
other, and whoever plucks one up by the roots shall win." Now Mole had
burrowed under one of them and had gnawed through all its roots,
cutting them off; and had run through his tunnel and was sitting at
its mouth, peering through the grass, anxious to see the Youth win.
The hero, with the help of his grandmother, chose the tree that Mole
had prepared and plucked it up, and threw it over the cliff, but
Man-Eagle struggled with the other tree and could not move it, so he
was unhappy in his third defeat.

Then Man-Eagle spread a great supply of food on the floor and said to
the Youth that he must eat all at one sitting. The Youth sat and ate
all the meat, bread, and porridge, emptying one food basin after
another, and showed no sign of being satisfied before all was
consumed; for Mole had again aided him and dug a large hole below to
receive it, and the Youth was a winner the fourth time.

Man-Eagle then made a great wood-pile and directed the Youth to sit
upon it, saying he would ignite it and that if he were unharmed he
would submit himself to the same test. The Youth took his allotted
place, and Man-Eagle set fire to the pile of wood at the four cardinal
points, and it speedily was ablaze. The arrow heads of which the flint
armor was made were coated with ice, which melted so that water
trickled down and prevented the Youth from being burnt, and all the
wood-pile was consumed, leaving the Youth unharmed.

The monster was filled with wonder and grieved very much when he saw
the Youth making another great pile of wood. Still thinking that he
wore his fire-proof suit, he mounted the wood-pile, which the Youth
lit at the four cardinal points. The fuel blazed up, and as soon as
the fire caught the imitation armor of gum, it ignited with a flash
and the monster was consumed. At the prompting of the Spider Woman,
the Youth approached the ashes, took the charm in his mouth, and
spurted it over them, when suddenly a handsome man arose. The Spider
Woman said to him, "Will you refrain from killing people, and will
you forsake your evil habits?" The Man-Eagle assented with a fervent
promise, and the Youth, rejoicing, ran to his wife, embraced her, and
set free all the captive women wives of the Hopi and other peoples, of
whom there were many. Eagle and Hawk carried them to the ground on
their broad pinions.

Over the plains and through the mountains roamed the Giant Elk. Many
times larger was he than an ordinary elk, and an enemy to the Hopi,
whom he slew with his great horns, laughing at their arrows and flint
knives.

No one was safe from this roaming monster, enemy to living beings, so
the Twins set out to have a trial of strength and skill with him. As
it chanced, the Giant Elk was lying down in a beautiful valley, under
the aspen trees of the San Francisco Mountains. Near the house of the
Youths was this valley, and as they sought to stalk the Giant Elk the
Mole met them and said, "Do not encounter him, for he is mighty and
may kill you; wait here and I will help you."

The Mole then excavated four chambers in the earth, one below another,
and made the Twins remain in the upper one. He dug a long tunnel and
coming up under the Elk, plucked a little soft hair from over his
heart, at which the Elk turned his head and looked down, but the Mole
said, "Be not angry, I only want a little soft hair to make a bed for
my children." So the Elk allowed him to continue the plucking. But the
Mole took away enough fur to leave the skin quite bare over the
heart, and expose the Elk to death. He then returned to the Twins and
told them what he had done, and they threw bolts of lightning and
wounded the Elk, who sprang to his feet and charged fiercely. But the
Twins concealed themselves in the upper chamber, and when the Elk
tried to gore them his horns were not long enough; again he charged,
and thrust his horns downward, but the Twins had safely retreated to
the second chamber; again he tried to reach them, but they were safe
in the third room. They retreated to the fourth chamber, and when the
Elk made another attempt he fell dead.

The Chipmunk who had witnessed the fight hurried up, and after
thanking the Twins said he had come to show them how to cut up the
monster's body, which with his sharp teeth he soon accomplished. One
of the Twins thanked Chipmunk, and, stooping, he dipped the tips of
the first two fingers of his right hand in the Elk's blood and drawing
them along the body of the Chipmunk, made on it the marks which he
still bears.

This is the story of how the Twins killed Chaveyo, who was a giant of
the old times, clad in armor made of flint and seeking always for
people to devour.

One day the Twins went to a great pool near Mt. Taylor, and soon
Chaveyo came there likewise; he knelt down and drank four times,
emptying the pool. He then arose and smelt the Twins and threw his
weapon at them, but one of the Twins sprang in the air and as the
weapon passed under him he caught it in his hand. Chaveyo then flung
his lightning at the hero, but one of the Twins caught this as he had
the weapon. The little war-god now flung his weapon at Chaveyo, but it
glanced off his flint shirt. Then the Youth threw the lightning, but
it only staggered him. After this they threw more lightning at
Chaveyo, which knocked him down and killed him outright.

Another story tells how the Twins visited the sun.

The Twins lived with Spider Woman, their mother, on the west side of
Mt. Taylor, and desired to see the home of their father. Spider Woman
gave them as a charm a kind of meal, and directed that when they met
the guardians of the home of the Sun, to chew a little and spurt it
upon them.

The Twins journeyed far to the sunrise where the Sun's home is entered
through a canyon in the sky. There Bear, Mountain Lion, Snake, and
Canyon Closing keep watch. The sky is solid in this place, and the
walls of the entrance are constantly opening and closing, and would
crush any unauthorized person who attempted to pass through.

As the Twins approached the ever-fierce watchers, the trail lay along
a narrow way; they found it led them to a place on one side of which
was the face of a vertical cliff, and on the other a precipice which
sunk sheer to the Below (Underworld). An old man sat there, with his
back against the wall and his knees drawn up close to his chin. When
they attempted to pass, the old man suddenly thrust out his legs,
trying to knock the passers over the cliff. But they leaped back and
saved themselves, and in reply to a protest the old man said his legs
were cramped and he simply extended them for relief. Whereupon the
hero remembered the charm which he had for the southwest direction,
and spurted it upon the old man, forcing the malignant old fellow to
remain quite still with legs drawn up, until the Twins had passed.

They then went on to the watchers, guardians of the entrance to the
Sun's house, whom they subdued in the same manner. They also spurted
the charm on the sides of the cliff, so that it ceased its
oscillations and remained open until they had passed.

These dangers being past, they entered the Sun's house and were
greeted by the Sun's wife, who laid them on a bed of mats. Soon Sun
came home from his trip through the underworld, saying,

  I smell strange children here; when men go away their wives
  receive the embraces of strangers. Where are the children whom you
  have?

So she brought the Twins to him, and he put them in a flint oven and
made a hot fire. After a while, when he opened the door of the oven,
the Twins capered out laughing and dancing about his knees, and he
knew that they were his sons.[12]

    [12] From "The Destruction of the Tusayan Monsters," by J.
    Walter Fewkes; Journ. Amer. Folk-Lore, April-June, 1895, pp.
    136-137.

Dr. J. Walter Fewkes says:

  The Hopi, like many people, look back to a mythic time when they
  believe their ancestors lived in a "paradise," a state or place
  where food (corn) was plenty and rains abundant--a world of
  perpetual summer and flowers. Their legends recount how, when corn
  failed or rains ceased, culture heroes have sought this imaginary
  or ideal ancestral home to learn the "medicine" which blessed this
  happy land. Each sacerdotal society tells the story of its own
  hero, who generally brought from that land a bride who transmitted
  to her son the knowledge of the altars, songs, and prayers which
  forced the crops to grow and the rains to fall in her native
  country. To become thoroughly conversant with the rites he marries
  the maid, since otherwise at his death they would be lost, as
  knowledge of the "medicine" is transmitted not through his clan,
  but to the child of his wife. So the Snake hero brought the Snake
  maid (Corn-rain girl) from the underworld, the Flute hero, her
  sister, the Little War God the _Lakone mana_. A _Katcina_ hero, in
  the old times, on a rabbit hunt, came to a region where there was
  no snow. There he saw other _Katcina_ people dancing amidst
  beautiful gardens. He received melons from them and carrying them
  home told a strange story of a people who inhabited a country
  where there were flowering plants in midwinter. The hero and a
  comrade were sent back and they stayed with these people,
  returning home loaded with fruit during February. They had learned
  the songs of those with whom they had lived and taught them in the
  kiva of their own people.[13]

    [13] The Journ. Amer. Eth. and Arch., Vol. II, p. 152. The
    Kachina hero in this story would appear not to have brought a
    wife from this people.

Most of the migration traditions are full of mythic elements which
have been incorporated with what has often been found to be veritable
history. One of these, recounting the wanderings of certain Southern
clans, is given by Dr. Fewkes.

  At the Red House in the south internecine wars prevailed, and the
  two branches of the Patki people separated from the other Hopi and
  determined to return to the fatherland in the north. But these two
  branches were not on the best of terms, and they traveled
  northward by separate routes, the (later settlers of) Miconinovi
  holding to the east of the (later settlers of) Walpi.

  The Patki traveled north until they came to the Little Colorado
  River, and built houses on its banks. After living there many
  years the factional dissensions, which seem to have ever haunted
  these people, again broke out, and the greater portion of them
  withdrew still farther north and built villages the ruins of which
  are still discernable not far from the site of the villages their
  descendants inhabit at present.

  The Squash (Miconinovi) also trended slowly northward, occupying,
  like all their legendary movements, a protracted period of
  indefinite length--years during which they planted and built homes
  alternating with years of devious travel. They grew lax in the
  observance of festivals, and Muinwu inflicted punishment upon
  them. He caused the water to turn red, and the color of the people
  also turned red; he then changed the water to blue, and the people
  changed to a similar color. The Snow _katcina_ appeared and urged
  them to return to their religion, but they gave no heed to him, so
  he left them and took away corn. _Muinwu_ then sent _Palulukon_
  who killed rabbits and poured their blood in the springs and
  streams, and all the water was changed to blood and the people
  were stricken with a plague. They now returned to their religious
  observances, and danced and sang, but none of the deities would
  listen to them.

  A horned _katcina_ appeared to the oldest woman and told her that
  on the following morning the oldest man should go out and procure
  a root, and that she and a young virgin of her clan should eat it.
  After a time she (the old woman) would give birth to a son who
  would marry the virgin, and their offspring would redeem the
  people. The old woman and the virgin obeyed the _katcina_, and the
  former gave birth to a son who had two horns upon his head. The
  people would not believe that the child was of divine origin; they
  called it a monster and killed it.

  After this all manner of distressing punishments were inflicted
  upon them, and wherever they halted, the grass immediately
  withered and dried. Their wanderings brought them to the foot of
  the San Francisco Mountains, where they dwelt for a long time, and
  at that place the virgin gave birth to a daughter who had a little
  knob on each side of her forehead. They preserved this child, and
  when she had grown to be a woman, the horned _katcina_ appeared
  and announced to her that she would give birth to horned twins,
  who would bring rain and remove the punishment from their people.
  This woman was married, and the twins, a boy and a girl, were
  born; but she concealed their divine origin, fearing they would be
  destroyed.

  The _Patun_ (Squash) now moved to the Little Colorado, where they
  built houses and met some of the _Patki_ people to whom they
  related their distresses. A wise man of the _Patki_ came over to
  see them, and on seeing the twins at once pronounced them to be
  the _Alosaka_. They had no horns up to this time, but as soon as
  this announcement was made, their horns became visible and the
  twins then spoke to the people and said it had been ordained that
  they were to be unable to help their people until the people
  themselves discovered who they were. The _Patun_ were so enraged
  to think that the _Alosaka_ had been with them, unknown so many
  years, that they killed them, and still greater sufferings ensued.

  They again repented, and carved two stone images of the _Alosaka_
  which they painted and decked with feathers and sought to
  propitiate the mother. She was full of pity for her people and
  prayed to the Sky-god to relieve them. A period elapsed in which
  their troubles were in great measure abated.

  The _Patun_ then sought to join the _Patki_ clans, but the _Patki_
  would not permit this, and compelled them to keep east of Awatobi.

  Many ruins of phratry and family houses of the _Patun_ people
  exist on the small watercourses north of the Puerco at various
  distances eastward from the present village of Walpi. The nearest
  are almost fifteen miles, the farthest about fifty miles.

  Their wandering course was now stayed. When they essayed to move
  farther eastward, a nomadic hunting race who occupied that region
  besought them not to advance farther. Their evil notoriety had
  preceded them, and the nomads feared the maleficent influence of
  their neighborhood. It would seem, however, that instead of
  hostile demonstrations the nomads entered into a treaty with them,
  offering to pay tribute of venison, roots, and grass-seeds, if
  they would abstain from traversing and blighting their land, to
  which the _Patun_ agreed.

  But these unfortunate wretches were soon again embroiled in
  factional warfare which finally involved all the Hopi, and the
  stone images of the _Alosaka_ were lost or destroyed. Famine and
  pestilence again decimated them, until finally the _Alosaka
  katcina_ appeared to them and instructed them to carve two wooden
  images, but threatening them that if these images should be lost
  or destroyed, all the people would die.

Many other but widely divergent legends exist regarding the _Alosaka_,
a number of which are associated with the pueblo of Awatobi, which was
formerly one of the most populous Hopi towns. At one time this village
experienced drought and famine, and _Alosaka_, from his home in the
San Francisco Mountains, observed the trouble of the people. Disguised
as a youth he visited Awatobi and became enamored with a maiden of
that town. Several times he visited her, but no one knew whence he
came or whither he went, for his trail no one could follow. The
parents of the girl at last discovered that he came on the rainbow,
and recognized him as a divine being. The children of this maid were
horned beings, or _Alosakas_, but their identity was not at first
recognized.

Like all the cultus heroes, _Alosaka_ is said, in legends, to have
been miraculously born of a virgin. His father was the Sun, his mother
an Earth-goddess, sometimes called a maiden. Like many gods, he
traveled on the rainbow; he lived at Tawaki, the house of his father,
the Sun, or the San Francisco Mountains.[14]

    [14] The Alosaka Cult of the Hopi Indians, by J. Walter Fewkes;
    American Anthropologist (N. S.), Vol. I, July, 1899, pp.
    535-539.

There is another tradition of the clans that moved from the southward
collected by the late A. M. Stephen from no less a personage than
Anowita (p. 208), who was chief of the Cloud people. The tradition is
as follows:

  We did not come direct to this region [Tusayan],--we had no fixed
  intention as to where we should go. We are the Patki nyumu, and we
  dwelt at Palatkwabi [Red land] where the agave grows high and
  plentiful; perhaps it was in the region the Americans call Gila
  valley, but of that I am not certain. It was far south of here,
  and a large river flowed past our village, which was large, and
  the houses were high, and a strange thing happened there.

  Our people were not living peaceably at that time, we were
  quarreling among ourselves, over huts and other things, I have
  heard, but who can tell what caused their quarrels? There was a
  famous hunter of our people, and he cut off the tips from the
  antlers of the deer which he killed and [wore them for a necklace]
  he always carried them. He lay down in a hollow in the court of
  the village, as if he had died, but our people doubted this; they
  thought he was only shamming death, yet they covered him up with
  earth. Next day his extended hand protruded, the four fingers
  erect, and the first day after that one finger disappeared [was
  doubled up?]; each day a finger disappeared, until on the fourth
  day his hand was no longer visible and the old people thought
  that he dug down to the underworld with the horn tips.

  On the fifth day water spouted up from the hole where his hand had
  been and it spread over everywhere. On the sixth day, _Palulukona_
  [the Serpent Deity] protruded from this hole and looked around in
  every direction. All the lower ground was covered and many were
  drowned, but most of our people had fled to some knolls not far
  from the village and which were not yet submerged.

  When the old men saw _Palulukona_ they asked him what he wanted,
  because they knew he had caused this flood; and _Palulukona_ said,
  "I want you to give me a youth and a maiden." The elders consulted
  and then selected the handsomest youth and fairest maid and
  arrayed them in their finest apparel, the youth with a white kilt
  and paroquet plume, and the maid with a fine blue tunic and white
  mantle. These children wept and besought their parents not to send
  them to _Palulukona_, but an old chief said, "You must go; do not
  be afraid: I will guide you." And he led them toward the village
  court and stood at the edge of the water, but sent the children
  wading in toward _Palulukona_, and when they had reached the
  center of the court where _Palulukona_ was the deity, the children
  disappeared. The water then rushed down after them, through a
  great cavity, and the earth quaked and many houses tumbled down,
  and from this cavity a great mound of dark rock protruded. This
  rock mound was glossy and of all colors; it was beautiful, and, as
  I have been told, it still remains there.

The White Mountain Apache have told me that they know a place in the
south where the old houses surround a great rock, and the land in the
vicinity is wet and boggy.

  We traveled northward from _Palatkwabi_ and continued to travel
  just as long as any strength was left in the people,--as long as
  they had breath. During these journeys we would halt only for one
  day at a time. Then our chief planted corn in the morning and the
  dragonfly came and hovered over the stalks and by noon the corn
  was ripe; before sunset it was quite dry and the stalks, fell
  over, and in whichever way they pointed, in that direction we
  traveled.

  When anyone became ill, or when children fretted and cried, or the
  young people became homesick the Coiyal Katcina (a youth and a
  maiden) came and danced before them; then the sick got well,
  children laughed, and sad ones became cheerful. We would continue
  to travel until everyone was thoroughly worn out, then we would
  halt and build houses and plant, remaining perhaps many years. One
  of these places where we lived is not far from San Carlos, in a
  valley, and another is on a mesa near a spring called Coyote Water
  by the Apache.

  When we came to the valley of the Little Colorado, south of where
  Winslow now is, we built houses and lived there; then we crossed
  to the northern side of the valley and built houses at Homolobi.
  This was a good place for a time, but a plague of flies came and
  bit the suckling children, causing many of them to die, so we left
  there and traveled to Cipa (near Kuma spring). Finally we found
  the Hopi, some going to each of the villages except Awatobi; none
  went there.[15]

    [15] Cosmos Mindeleff, 13th Annual Report of the Bureau of
    American Ethnology, pp. 188-189.

The figure of a hand with extended fingers is very common, in the
vicinity of ruins, as a rock etching, and also is frequently seen
daubed on the rocks with colored pigments or white clay. These are
vestiges of a test formerly practiced by the young men who aspired for
admission to the fraternity of the Calako. The Calako is a trinity of
two women and a man from whom the Hopi obtained the first corn, and of
whom the following legend is told:

  There was neither springs nor streams, although water was so near
  the surface that it could be found by pulling up a tuft of grass.
  The people had but little food, however, and they besought
  Masauwuh to help them, but he could not.

  There came a little old man, a dwarf, who said that he had two
  sisters who were the wives of Calako, and it might be well to
  petition them. So they prepared an altar, every man making a
  _paho_, and these were set in the ground so as to encircle a sand
  hillock, for this occurred before houses were known.

  Masauwuh's brother came and told them that when Calako came to the
  earth's surface wherever he placed his foot a deep chasm was made,
  then they brought to the altar a huge rock, on which Calako might
  stand, and they set it between the two _pahos_ placed for his
  wives. Then the people got their rattles and stood around the
  altar, each man in front of his own _paho_; but they stood in
  silence, for they knew no song with which to invoke this strange
  god. They stood there for a long while, for they were afraid to
  begin the ceremonies, until a young lad, selecting the largest
  rattle, began to shake it and sing. Presently a sound like
  rushing water was heard, but no water was seen; a sound also like
  great winds, but the air was perfectly still, and it was seen that
  the rock was pierced with a great hole through the center. The
  people were frightened and ran away, all save the young lad who
  had sung the invocation.

  The lad soon afterward rejoined them, and they saw that his back
  was cut and bleeding, and covered with splinters of yucca and
  willow. The flagellation, he told them, had been administered by
  Calako, who told him that he must endure this laceration before he
  could look upon the beings he had invoked; that only to those who
  passed through his ordeals could Calako become visible; and as the
  lad had braved the test so well, he should henceforth be chief of
  the Calako altar. The lad could not describe Calako, but said that
  his two wives were exceedingly beautiful and arrayed with all
  manner of fine garments. They wore great headdresses of clouds and
  every kind of corn which they were to give to the Hopi to plant
  for food. These were white, red, yellow, blue, black, blue and
  white speckled, and red and yellow speckled corn, and a seeded
  grass (_kwapi_).

  The lad returned to the altar and shook his rattle over the hole
  in the rock and from its interior Calako conversed with him and
  gave him instructions. In accordance with these he gathered all
  the Hopi youths and brought them to the rock, that Calako might
  select certain of them to be his priests. The first test was that
  of putting their hands in the mud and impressing them upon the
  rock. Only those were chosen as novices the imprints of whose
  hands had dried on the instant. The selected youths then moved
  within the altar and underwent the test of flagellation. Calako
  lashed them with yucca and willow. Those who made no outcry were
  told to remain in the altar, to abstain from salt and flesh for
  ten days, when Calako would return and instruct them concerning
  the rites to be performed when they sought his aid.

  Calako and his two wives appeared at the appointed time, and after
  many ceremonials gave to each of the initiated five grains of each
  of the different kinds of corn. The Hopi women had been instructed
  to place baskets woven of grass at the foot of the rock, and in
  these Calako's wives placed the seeds of squashes, melons, beans,
  and all the other vegetables which the Hopi have since possessed.
  Calako and his wives, after announcing that they would again
  return, took off their masks and garments, and laying them on the
  rock disappeared within it.

  Some time after this, when the initiated were assembled in the
  altar, the Great Plumed Snake appeared to them and said that
  Calako could not return unless one of them was brave enough to
  take the mask and garments down into the hole and give it to him.
  They were all afraid, but the oldest man of the Hopi took them
  down and was deputed to return and represent Calako.

  Shortly afterward Masauwuh stole the paraphernalia and with his
  two brothers masqueraded as Calako and his wives. This led the
  Hopi into great trouble, and they incurred the wrath of Muiyinwuh,
  who withered all their grain and corn. One of the Hopi finally
  discovered that the supposed Calako carried a cedar bough in his
  hand, when it should have been willow; then they knew it was
  Masauwuh who had been misleading them. The boy hero one day found
  Masauwuh asleep, and so regained possession of the mask, Muiyinwuh
  then withdrew his punishments and sent _Palulukon_ (The Plumed
  Snake) to tell the Hopi that Calako would never return to them,
  but that the boy hero should wear his mask and represent him, and
  his festival should be celebrated when they had a proper number of
  novices to be initiated.

         *       *       *       *       *

  The celebration occurs in the modern Hopi pueblos in the Powamu
  ceremony, where the representative of Calako flogs the children.
  Calako's picture is found on the Powamu altars of several of the
  villages of the Hopi.[16]

    [16] Dr. J. Walter Fewkes, Expedition to Arizona in 1895, 17th
    Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology, Part 2,
    Washington, 1898. C has the sound of sh.



IX

TRADITIONS AND HISTORY


When men grow old, they become, as if realizing their passing years,
willing or even anxious to transfer to younger minds what they have
learned. To the old men the historian of Hopi turns for information;
the young men by the laws of growth live in the present. So when an
old man dies there is a feeling of regret; especially when one as
versed in the lore of his people as Masimptua departs, for who knows
whether the pictures of his brain are impressed upon the minds of the
new generation or whether they are lost forever?

Masimptua was one of the chief men of the East Mesa. His house was as
large and neatly-kept as any in Sichomovi, where there is more room to
build large dwellings than in circumscribed Walpi with its narrow
cells. His children were grown up and married, and a number of little
ones called him grandfather. Still his resting place is among the
rocks on the mesa slope below the town, unmarked, as are those of his
ancestors who sleep outside of the walls of the ruined cities of the
Southwest. It is pleasant to remember "Masi" in his cheerful days,
before warning shadow fell across his sunny spirit. In those days he
was a genuine Hopi, a little boisterous, perhaps, but truly
openhearted. No man in all the tribe could relate more vividly the
legendary history of the old times, hence Masi stands to all who knew
him as the exponent of Hopi traditions. Often summer evenings,
returning from his fields he would tarry at the camp of the white
people at the Sun Spring for a friendly smoke and chat. Here under the
genial influences, led on by skillful questioning, he would unfold
many a tale as interesting as those of an Eastern storyteller, till
the sunset faded and the bright stars twinkled in the clear night sky.

One of his stories gives an idea of the happenings in Hopiland some
centuries ago. At that time the people suffered from the attacks of
the bands of Apache, who came out of their hunting grounds to the
south in search of trouble. The trails to the mesa were closed and the
Hopi went up and down the precipitous rock sides by means of a ladder
which could be drawn up in time of danger. Masi could not avoid
painting the prowess of the Hopi in strong colors while he described
the last attack the Apache made when his grandfather was a boy. He
gesticulated excitedly as though he were giving the death-blow to each
of the fallen enemy that had fled before the valiant Hopi, and his
hearer caught the contagion of his enthusiasm and slew with him the
hated foe.

Another tradition he related was about the ancient people. Looking
toward the Southwest he said, "Do you see two small peaks close
together on the horizon? There is one of the houses of the sun, where
he rests when he is in the west. Our people once lived in a rock town
on the peak to the left. The town was called '_Chub i o chala ki_,'
'The house of the place of the Antelopes,' where also there are pine
trees, shrubs and flowers, grass and much water. Perhaps it was here,
who knows?" said he, "that the people were almost overwhelmed by a
great flood which kept rising over the plains and over the hills till
it reached nearly the tops of the mountains where the ancestors were
waiting in fear. When the boy and girl were thrown into the flood,
then came safety, for the wrath of the earth-god was appeased and the
waters went down. But the youth and maiden heroes were turned into two
great stone pillars, which bear their names to this day." (See Myths.)

This striking legend of some almost forgotten deluge related by Masi
is not found alone among the Hopi, but is widespread among the Pueblos
of the Southwest. Surely, there is no danger now of a flood in this
dry region, but in former times as the vast levels and the beds of
ancient lakes show, there must have been plenty of water. Masi's
traditions do not go into geological periods, however.

Another time, while in reminiscent mood, Masi divulged that "very,
very when" ago the Peaceful People lived on the Little Colorado River
near Winslow. The name of the region where several towns were
scattered over an extent of fifteen miles or so was Homolobi, "the
place of two views." Here the people lived centuries before they came
to the precipitous mesas of Hopiland. Later, when explorers tested the
accuracy of Masi's tradition, they found in the low mounds that mark
the ruined towns of Homolobi, many wonderful relics of the people who
lived there before America was even a name. So Masi was proved a
reliable traditionist, and an "honisht man," as Toby, the Tewa, says.

It is truly remarkable how the traditions and legendary lore have been
carried down from ancient times among the Hopi. The moderns, who are
accustomed to place reliance in recorded history, might be inclined to
doubt the accuracy of oral tradition, if there were not much reason to
believe otherwise. For instance, the Hopi have a number of traditions
of the Spanish friars who lived in their country after the discovery
by Coronado about three hundred and seventy-five years ago. An Oraibi
Indian relates one of these minor traditions which might be expected
to have been lost in the lapse of time but has been passed down with
complete preservation of all the details.

It is thus: the friars who lived at Oraibi did not relish the water
from the springs near the pueblo. Now the water at Moenkapi, the
summer village of Oraibi, is excellent. The priests used to compel
the Indians to bring water from that place. It chanced that the
Indian whose duty it was to carry water from Moenkapi, not liking to
bring water many miles _por el amor de Dios_, one day filled his
canteen with the water of Oraibi and brought it to the friars. On
tasting the water, they accused the Indian of deceit and compelled him
to go to Moenkapi for more.

An old chief of Walpi gave a long and circumstantial account of the
rule of the friars, against whom even at this late day he was very
bitter. He said with emphasis, "_Castil shimuno posh kalolomi_," "The
Spanish are very bad," and related how they strove to enslave the
people, making them carry large cottonwood beams from the Little
Colorado for the churches. To our knowledge, a few of these beams from
the old churches, curiously carved, are now doing service in the
ceilings of pagan kivas or underground rooms where secret ceremonies
are carried on. The "long gowns," as the Indians also call them, might
have held this tractable, timid people long in subjection in the
non-essential things, such as labor, but as the old chief relates,
they interfered with their time-honored ceremonies of ancestor and
nature worship. "They said the dances were very bad and we must stop
them," explained the old chief. There was still another grievance that
the Hopi allege against the friars, and that was their treatment of
the women. Interference with religion and custom have been at the
bottom of most of the troubles of humanity. At last the Peaceful
People turned and the _Castil shinumo_ were thrown over the rocky
mesa, and from that time to this their names have been execrated by
the Hopi.

Traditions of the very first appearance of Spaniards before the
Pueblos have come down for ten generations as fresh as though the
events had happened last year, and they can be compared with the
accounts of the conquerors themselves. This lapse of time has not
given mythical tinge to these events. It may be believed, then, that
the ancient history which has become mythical dates very far back and
to regions far removed from the present mesas of Hopiland. Every ruin
in the province, those south on the Little Colorado and farther beyond
the dim Mogollon Mountains on the horizon and those to other compass
points for surprising distances are known in Hopi traditions, and wise
is the student of ancient things in Tusayan who first fortifies
himself by delving in this store of unwritten history.

The duties of the warrior chiefs are not burdensome, since the Hopi
have fostered the arts of peace till it has become a national
characteristic. It is fortunate for the Hopi that they belong to those
who run away, not even "to fight another day," desirous to live in
contentment and happy to exist on the earth, after the fierce enemies
have jostled many tribes out of existence. Still, the Hopi keep up in
a feeble, traditional way a warrior society, which corresponds to the
powerful Priesthood of the Bow who are said to rule Zuñi. So in the
villages of Tusayan the warriors are merely ornamental and dance
bravely in some ceremonies, though at some critical period of invasion
the necessity of drawing the "dead line" might fall upon the warrior
society, as it has beforetimes.

When one day in the year 1540 the Spaniards halted under the Hopi
towns there was consternation among the people at the sight of the
armored conquerors and all held back in their houses for fear of them.
Not so the warrior priests, who, striding down the trail, sprinkled a
line of meal between the town and the Spaniards. According to
immemorial custom this line of meal means that no one shall pass under
penalty of death. One of the Spanish soldiers crossed the line and was
killed by the warriors. Then the Spanish friar who came with the
expedition in quest of new souls to save, cried out in effect, "What
are we here for?"; a volley followed; the Hopi heard the report of a
gun for the first time, and a number of them bit the dust. The
remainder fled to the village, which was thoroughly frightened at the
terrible visitation of bearded foes. On the next day a deputation came
down to the Spanish camp bringing presents and offering humble
submission to the white men.

More than three centuries later, a body of United States troops who
were sent to coerce the Oraibi because they would not send their
children to school, met with a similar experience, but by good
management no blood was shed and the Indian leaders were exiled to
California for a year or so. It is a curious circumstance that in our
country where the past is forgotten so soon there should exist a
people who remember and take warning from the events of almost four
centuries ago.

On the rocks below Walpi there is a curiously carved record which has
a good bit of war history connected with it. Hear Anowita, the Warrior
Chief, tell the story:

  Very when ago [long time] the Ute and Apache were always wishing
  to kill the Good People. They were very bad. At that time there
  was no trail up the great rocks to _Hopi-ki_ "Walpi." The people
  climbed up and down a long ladder which could be drawn up at
  night. I can show you where the ladder stood. It was bad for the
  people to be frightened all the time, so they sent messengers to
  ask the Tewa from the Great River to come and dwell at Walpi to
  fight their enemies. The Tewa came, many families of them; there
  was a battle at a spring north of Walpi and the Tewa killed as
  many Utes as there are marks cut in the rock below the Gap. The
  Ute did not come back again. The Tewa were given lands and springs
  to the eastward and their village was set at the head of the trail
  near the Gap so that they could guard the mesa.

This is the origin of the Tewa town of Hano on the East Mesa, through
which everyone must go who seeks an easy entrance into Walpi. One
cannot avoid thinking that the recorder of the battle of the spring
was not sparing with his list of dead Ute, which he scored with a
series of lines cut in a smooth sandstone face.

The explorations in the buried towns of a section of the ancient Hopi
which extend in a line from the Gila River to their present mesa homes
show that for all these centuries they have been unwarlike people.
There is the greatest scarcity of weapons, such as arrowheads and
spearheads, and there are few war axes to be found among the numerous
relics of peaceful pursuits, though wooden clubs were no doubt used.
This accords with the situation of the towns on high, easily defended
positions and the building of houses in clusters, the outer walls
forming a fortification which defied assailants.

Only once during their history did the Hopi light the fires of war,
and this was a religious conflict carried on in true Indian fashion.
About the beginning of the seventeenth century the Spanish priests had
gained a foothold in the town of Awatobi, situated on a high mesa
south of Walpi. The Awatobi Hopi had prospered, and their valley,
presenting to the south a marvelous panorama of the lava buttes,
produced abundant food besides cotton for woven fabrics. Awatobi was a
large town of Hopiland; the walls of the mission church still stand
high enough to be a landmark miles away. The houses were four stories
high and they were sufficient to accommodate 1,000 souls.

Perhaps this prosperity caused envy; perhaps the submission to the
priests roused enmity; the other Hopi said that the Awatobi were
witches, and one night they gathered to exterminate them. The Awatobi
men were conducting a ceremony in the underground rooms when blazing
fagots were thrown down, followed by pepper pods, and they perished
miserably. Those who were captured in the houses were led out to a
spring and massacred. The women and children, many of them, were taken
to other Hopi towns and their lives spared.

This massacre took place about the year 1700 and forms the darkest
page in the history of Tusayan; it shows also that the Peaceful People
can be overzealous at times. In times much before this, according to
tradition, Sikyatki, the home of the Firewood people, who were the
last potters of Tusayan, was destroyed, as were, no doubt, other
pueblos of tribes of different origin from the Hopi.

The story of Saalako, who descends from a survivor of the Awatobi
massacre, runs as follows:

  The chiefs Wiki and Simo, and others, have told you their stories,
  and surely their ancestors were living here at Walpi when Awatobi
  was occupied. It was a large village, and many people lived there,
  and the village chief was called Tapolo, but he was not at peace
  with his people, and there was quarreling and trouble. Owing to
  this conflict only a little rain fell, but the land was fertile
  and fair harvests were still gathered. The Awatobi men were bad
  [_powako_, sorcerers]. Sometimes they went in small bands among
  the fields of the other villagers and cudgeled any solitary
  workers they found. If they overtook any woman they ravished her,
  and they waylaid hunting parties, taking the game and sometimes
  killing the hunters. There was considerable trouble at Awatobi,
  and Tapolo sent to the Oraibi chief asking him to bring his people
  and kill the evil Awatobeans. The Oraibis came and fought with
  them, and many were killed on both sides, but the Oraibis were not
  strong enough to enter the village and were compelled to withdraw.
  On his way back, the Oraibi chief stopped at Walpi and talked with
  the chiefs there. Said he, "I can not tell why Tapolo wants the
  Oraibis to kill his folks, but we have tried and have not
  succeeded very well. Even if we did succeed, what benefit would
  come to us who live too far away to occupy the land? You Walpi
  people live close to them and have suffered most at their hands;
  it is for you to try." While they were talking Tapolo had also
  come, and it was then decided that other chiefs of all the
  villages should convene at Walpi to consult. Couriers were sent
  out, and when all the chiefs had arrived Tapolo declared that his
  people had become sorcerers [Christians], and hence should all be
  destroyed.

  It was then arranged that in four days large bands from all the
  other villages should prepare themselves, and assemble at a spring
  not far away from Awatobi. A long while before this, when the
  Spaniards lived there, they had built a wall on the side of the
  village that needed protection, and in this wall was a great,
  strong door. Tapolo proposed that the assailants should come
  before dawn, and he would be at this door ready to admit them, and
  under this compact he returned to his village. During the fourth
  night after this, as agreed upon, the various bands assembled at
  the deep gulch spring, and every man carried, besides his weapons,
  a cedar-bark torch and a bundle of greasewood. Just before dawn
  they moved silently up to the mesa summit, and, going directly to
  the east side of the village they entered the gate, which opened
  as they approached. In one of the courts was a large kiva, and in
  it were a number of men engaged in sorcerer's rites. The
  assailants at once made for the kiva, and plucking up the ladder,
  they stood around the hatchway, shooting arrows down among the
  entrapped occupants. In the numerous cooking pits fire had been
  maintained through the night for the preparation of food for a
  feast on the appointed morning, and from these they lighted their
  torches. Great numbers of these and the bundles of greasewood
  being set on fire were then cast down the hatchway, and firewood
  from stacks upon the house terraces was also thrown into the kiva.
  The red peppers for which Awatobi was famous were hanging in thick
  clusters along the fronts of the houses, and these they crushed in
  their hands and flung upon the blazing fire in the kiva to torment
  their blazing occupants. After this, all who were capable of
  moving were compelled to travel or drag themselves until they came
  to the sand hills of Miconinovi, and there the final disposition
  of the prisoners was made.

  My maternal ancestor had recognized a woman chief (_Mamzrau
  monwi_), and saved her at the place of massacre called Maski, and
  now he asked her whether she would be willing to initiate the
  women of Walpi in the rites of the Mamzrau. She complied, and thus
  the observance of the ceremony called Mamzrauti came to the other
  villages. This _Mamzrau monwi_ had no children and hence my
  maternal ancestor's sister became chief, and her badge of office,
  or tiponi, came to me. Some of the other Awatobi women knew how to
  bring rain, and such of them as were willing to teach their songs
  were spared and went to different villages. The Oraibi chief saved
  a man who knew how to cause the peach to grow, and that is why
  Oraibi has such an abundance of peaches now. The Miconinovi chief
  saved a prisoner who knew how to make the sweet, small-ear corn
  grow, and this is why it is more abundant there than elsewhere.
  All the women who knew prayers and were willing to teach them were
  spared, and no children were designedly killed, but were divided
  among the villages, most of them going to Miconinovi. The
  remainder of the prisoners, men and women, were again tortured and
  dismembered and left to die on the sand hills, and there their
  bones are, and the place is called Mastcomo, or Death Mound. This
  is the story of Awatobi told by my people.[17]

    [17] "Preliminary account of an expedition to the cliff villages
    of the Red Rock country; and the Tusayan ruins of Sikyatki and
    Awatobi, Arizona, in 1895." By J. Walter Fewkes, from the
    Smithsonian Report for 1895, pp. 568-569.

It is difficult to conceive of the conservatism of some of the older
Hopi. A glimpse of the clinging to the myth of the golden age is shown
by the speech of the old chief Nashihiptuwa, to whom the past was an
ideal time of plenty and contentment under the bright sky of Tusayan.

It was Sunday and the camp by a peach orchard in a deep valley at the
Middle Mesa was made lively by the presence of about thirty Indian
laborers, mostly Walpi "boys." Far above on the rocky mesas could be
seen three Hopi towns which bear names difficult of pronunciation,
"The place of peaches" being most picturesque. To the West were
innumerable barren hillocks, furrowed and gullied, rising toward the
warm sandstone cliffs bearing the pueblos at the top. Along the wash
which from time immemorial had been carving out this wonderfully
sculptured valley were the bean and melon patches of the Indians, and
on the higher ground dark green peach orchards. Out of the mouth of
the valley there stretched the wide plain, merging into the many-hued
desert.

On this particular Sunday the exploring party felt out of sorts. The
Indian workmen who had been digging in the ruins of an ancient pueblo
near by had been served notice by the chief of the neighboring village
to quit and a warning sent to our party in this wise, "Go away, you
are bad; you bring the wind and keep away the rains." This is a grave
charge in a country where winds disperse the thunder clouds with their
precious burden before they reach the corn fields. No invention could
devise a more damaging statement. The Walpi, who are freer from
superstition than most of the Hopi, felt less desire to earn the
coveted silver after this announcement. Finally it was decided to ask
Nashihiptuwa to a council, talk it over with him and persuade him to
withdraw his ultimatum. A boy was dispatched to find him in his field
where he was at work.

Shortly the old chief of Shumopavi appeared in the distance, clad in a
breech-clout and with a hoe on his shoulder. He stopped outside the
camp and put on an abbreviated cotton shirt, making himself somewhat
more presentable. Squatting on the sand with hands clasped around the
knees, a favorite Indian posture, the superannuated chief helped
himself to tobacco and prepared for the argument with the circle of
interested listeners. The day was very warm and a bank of clouds
slowly coming up from the San Francisco Mountains seemed to promise
rain which might convince the old man of the fallacy of his views.
Hence the progress of this rain storm was an object of uncommon
solicitude to the explorers. Dan, a school boy, who had been taught
English, acted as interpreter.

After a few preliminary remarks in which the old chief craftily laid
the blame of the edict to the chief of another town whom all the
Middle Mesa people fear, the discussion began as to whether the
contact with the white man had been beneficial or injurious to the
Hopi. Since circumstances, geographical and governmental, have
conspired to keep the Hopi away from strong drink and other
contaminations, the white man had a better case than usual. On his
side the old chief mumbled that in the good old times the fields were
more fruitful, the country covered with grass waist high, there were
no cares, the people were happy and long-lived, the gods propitious,
Urukiwa, the wind-god, did not drive away the rains; now all this was
changed.

The Walpi spokesman then in his turn pointed out the benefits which
the white man had brought. Said he:

  "What were we before the white man from the far water came? Half
  naked, working our scanty crops with hoes of wood, often suffering
  from famine as the traditions relate, without sheep and beasts of
  burden, without peach trees and many vegetables, without sugar,
  flour and tobacco, and driven from place to place in the deserts
  by our ancient enemies. Where did you get your shirt, your cotton
  cloth, and your hoe? Has not Wasintona given us wagons and many
  other things, and protected us from the Navaho and Apache? The
  white man is _pash lolomi_, 'very good.'"

  The old man seemed vexed at the force of this argument, and he
  began a speech which lasted, it seemed to the listeners, about two
  hours. It is a loss to science that this speech could not be taken
  down. As near as could be gathered he began at the beginning when
  the people came up from the underworld, and traced the history
  through its various stages, detailing the events, weaving in
  ancient lore arguing, expanding, and digressing until he brought
  it down to the present.

  As he drew his remarks to a close, a blast of wind charged with
  sand blew down the canvas sun-shade. The old chief found in this a
  corroboration of his contention, and, in the confusion, seized his
  hoe and a can of peaches, which was a present, and made off
  angrily, firing as a parting shot, "Go away; you are very bad!"

  It is scarcely necessary to say that the next day, bright and
  early, witnessed the exodus of all strangers from that quiet
  valley near the Middle Mesa. Nashihiptuwa, clad in his natural
  wrinkled bronze costume, was hoeing in his bean patch, looking
  neither to the right nor to the left.



X

BRIEF BIOGRAPHIES


The former chief Snake Priest of Walpi was a young man of good
presence, of splendid physique, with regular features and grave,
dignified look; in whose face there seemed to be often a trace of
melancholy, arising perhaps from deep thought. For it takes a man to
be Snake Priest, and the office brings out all there is in one.

Kopeli was as well trained as any civilized man whatsoever, taking
into consideration the demands of the different planes of culture.
Education is as general among these Indians as it is among the more
enlightened people. It would be too long to go into details, but
briefly the Hopi child's life is largely a kindergarten of
play-instruction by kind teachers of things useful in active life. He
is wrapped in the customs which have become religion, he is initiated
into manhood, and takes his place, perhaps inherited, in the
fraternities. With all these he is taught the lore, the practices, and
the songs--minutiæ which require a strong memory. He learns the plants
and the animals to which the Hopi had given descriptive names long
before Linnæus or Cuvier. The sun is his clock, and all nature is near
to him. He must work also in the fields if he would eat--no drones are
tolerated. In short, there is a surprising complexity in this life,
and its demands are weighty. Thus Kopeli at the head of the most
powerful and awe-inspiring society of his people has been put to many
tests and bore upon his shoulders the weight of immemorial custom.

While there was in Kopeli a dignity which commands respect from the
mirthful Hopi, he could on occasion be as entertaining as any of his
tribe, and usually was cheerful and friendly. The exception is when
the Snake rites are in progress. Then he seemed a different person,
and it was not proper for him to recognize his best friend.

The Walpi Snake Ceremony, of which the public dance is known to many
persons, is well worth braving the journey to see. The grand entry of
the Snake and Antelope priests on the dance plaza headed by Kopeli and
Wiki is one of the most impressive spectacles that can be witnessed on
this continent. There is so much energy put into the work; with
strides positively tragic, the file of strangely costumed priests
march to the _kisi_, where the snakes have been deposited. Then
commences the weird dance with live rattlesnakes held in the mouth to
the distant chant of Antelope priests. Kopeli was here at his best. He
was a notable figure; no other participant displayed such eagerness
and force. These were some of the salient elements of his character,
and by these he succeeded, whether as a farmer or as Snake Priest, and
took his high position among his people. There is an interesting
mingling of the old and new at Walpi. Kopeli became a typical example
of the union of past and present. Wiki, his Nestor, was in every fiber
imbued with the usages and traditions of the past. One instinctively
admires the old man's firm belief, and his respect for the ancient
ceremonies. The leaven of the new was in Kopeli, as may be seen from
the following. A wide-awake town in New Mexico wanted the Hopi Snake
Dance reproduced at the fair held there in the autumn, realizing that
it would be a feature to attract many visitors. Kopeli was approached
and offered what seemed to him a large sum of money for the
performance. Though in some doubt as to the care and transportation of
the snakes, Kopeli and the younger snake priests were tempted to favor
the scheme, through his avaricious father, Supela. When Wiki, chief of
the related society of the Antelopes, heard the proposal, he became
very angry and put his foot down, reading the young men of lax morals
a severe lecture on their duties to their religion.

Even had this plan been carried out and had proved a death blow to the
so-called pagan and heathenish rites of the Hopi, one would have
regretted Kopeli's share in it. It is well known, too, that, at
present, money will admit strangers to view the sacred rites of the
Snake Dance, which formerly were kept inviolably secret. Evidently,
the Hopi are deteriorating, when they barter their religion for
silver; at no distant date, when the elder men are dead, the curious
ceremonies of the Hopi will decay and disappear, and let us trust that
a new and better light may be given them.

Some years ago Kopeli passed from the scene, and his brother, "Harry,"
took his place as Snake Chief.

Dr. J. Walter Fewkes has given an estimate of him as follows:

  Kopeli, the Snake chief at the Tusayan pueblo of Walpi, Arizona,
  died suddenly on January 2, 1899. He was the son of Saliko, the
  oldest woman of the Snake clan, which is one of the most
  influential as well as one of the most ancient in Tusayan. His
  father was Supela, one of the chiefs of the Patki, or Rain-cloud
  people, who came to Walpi from southern Arizona about the close of
  the seventeenth century. As chief of the Snake priests at Walpi in
  the last five presentations of the Snake dance at that pueblo,
  Kopeli has come to be one of the best known of all the Hopi
  Indians. He inherited his badge of office as Snake Chief from his
  uncle, and was the only chief in Tusayan who had a Snake _tiponi_.
  His predecessor in this duty was Nuvaiwinu, his uncle, who is
  still living, and who led the Snake priests in a single ceremony,
  after which it was found necessary for him to retire on account of
  his infirmities. At the celebration of the Snake dance in 1883,
  described by Bourke, Natciwa, an uncle of Kopeli, was Snake
  chief. The oldest Snake chief of whom I can get any information
  was Murpi, a contemporary of Macali, the Antelope chief preceding
  Wiki. Kopeli was a relative on his mother's side of both these
  men. At the time of his death Kopeli was not far from twenty-five
  years of age; he had a strong, vigorous constitution, was of
  medium size, with an attractive face and dignified manner that won
  him many friends both among his own people and the Americans with
  whom he was brought in contact. He was a thoroughly reliable man,
  industrious and self-respecting. Although a conscientious chief of
  one of the most conservative priesthoods in Walpi, he was a
  zealous friend of the whites, and supported innovations introduced
  by them for the good of his people. He believed in the efficacy of
  the ceremonial rites of his ancestors and performed his duty as
  priest without shirking. As Mr. Thomas V. Keam, who knows the
  Walpi people better than any other white man, told the chiefs in
  council a few days after the Snake chief's death: "Kopeli was the
  best man of the Hopis." He was a _pac lolomai taka_, an excellent
  man, whose heart was good and whose speech was straight. To most
  Americans who are interested in the Hopi, Kopeli was simply the
  energetic chief in barbaric attire, who dashed into the Walpi
  plaza leading his Snake priests in the biennial Snake dance. This
  is one of the most striking episodes of the ceremony, and its
  dramatic effect is not equaled in any of the other pueblos. It was
  through Kopeli's influence that the Snake dance at Walpi was the
  largest and most striking of these weird ceremonies in the Hopi
  pueblos. Kopeli welcomed the educational movement and had two
  children in the school at Keam's Canyon at the time of his death.
  He was buried among the rocks at the base of the Walpi mesa with
  simple ceremonies appropriate to a chief of his standing.[18]

    [18] American Anthropologist (N. S.), Vol. I, Jan., 1899.

Wiki, the genial, good-hearted old chief of the Antelope Society was
one of the celebrities of Walpi. His very presence breathed benignity
and his heart was full of kindness. The years were telling on Wiki,
however, and the marks of age were becoming apparent in his wrinkled
face. He gave one the impression of a Hopi gentleman of the old
school, a survivor of the best of the past generation. Still, Wiki's
form was not bent, nor his hair gray, and he led the Antelope dance
with all the fire of youth. Stored away in his brain was a vast stock
of ancient lore, of legend, myth, and song. Since he was quite deaf,
his body of information was somewhat difficult of access.

Wiki maintained a certain dignity and attention to his own affairs,
which commendable trait a few of the prominent Hopi possess. He has
long been known by the scientific explorers who have visited Tusayan,
and all who have come in contact with him speak highly of his good
qualities.

Supela is in some respects the antithesis of Wiki. Wiki was identified
with the Antelope Society or brotherhood, Supela assumed a part in
everything. Great must be Supela's ability, since he is capable of
counselling the numerous societies on any doubtful points in their
rites and ceremonies. In fact, it seems that no observance in Walpi
can get along without his aid, and even the farther towns often call
upon him to assist them in delicate points involved in the conduct of
their religious celebrations.

It is time we should have a pen picture of him. Short of stature,
thick, gray hair hanging to his shoulders around a not unpleasant,
mobile face. Nervous of movement, cordial, but occupied with pressing
business, going somewhere, has scarcely time more than to ask a few
curious questions, he seems to have the burden of Atlas on his
shoulders. He resembles a promoter or a ward politician and he covers
more ground in a day than Wiki could in a week.

If Supela seems head and front of everything religious in the summer,
in the winter he plays a more prominent part in the Soyaluna, which is
held at the last of December. Of this wonderful sun ceremony he is
chief, and is as illustrious a personage to the Hopi as Santa Claus is
to the fair-skinned children. At this time Supela is in his element
and proud of himself to the last degree, for does he not regulate the
rites that are to bring back the sun from his far winter wanderings?

Wiki was a man of action, coming forward to add power and dignity to
that most astounding ceremony ever originated by human brain, the
Snake Dance; Supela is a man of craft, a worker by formulas and
incantations, but first and last a believer in getting all the silver
he can in return for an insight into the mysteries--a thing that Wiki
has never stooped to countenance.

There are first families in Tusayan. Saalako enjoys the distinction of
being by birthright the chief snake priestess of all Hopiland. Hence
Kopeli, her son, was chief priest of the powerful Snake Society in
that metropolis of Tusayan, Walpi; while Supela, her husband, has no
credit for his share in passing on the inheritance. At present, her
son "Harry" is the Snake Chief in place of the beloved Kopeli.

Saalako is an old, wise woman. The mystery which hangs around her is
born of her connection with the fearful rites of the Snake cult and
her store of the knowledge which has been passed down from time
immemorial "by living words from lips long dust." This connection
carries her to distant pueblos to mix the "medicine" for the
ceremonies, no one in the whole province being better versed in herbs
and spells than she. One might meet her on this errand far out in the
desert or among the rugged mesas on the trail to Oraibi, afoot, moving
actively for a person apparently so frail. It is difficult to measure,
especially in a limited time and short acquaintance, the respect and
honor given by the Walpi people to Saalako and the Snake Chief's
family. It would seem that there is a certain dignity and reserve
natural to people of rank, although in the common associations the
Hopi are quite democratic. In any case Saalako is free from the habit
of begging, so often observed among her people, which is probably due
to this dignity. It is very evident, however, that the vice of begging
is becoming general among the Pueblos which have been most in contact
with white people.

This sketch of Saalako would be incomplete without the mention of her
chief shortcoming, inordinate curiosity. Apologists commend rather
than excuse laudable curiosity, affirming it to be a desirable quality
in an investigator. No doubt Saalako owes her acquaintance with nature
to this class, but she is famous for curiosity in other minor matters.
No visitor to Walpi escapes the ordeal of her questions, and popular
account has it that very few happenings escape her notice. The Hopi of
both sexes are most curious; Saalako has the trait in greater degree.
The hoary error of attributing curiosity to woman alone has small
countenance in Hopi. However, Saalako's curiosity is well meaning and
harmless. It is only an expression of the infantile which blossoms in
this peaceful and isolated people.

Saalako felt it her duty to give a name to one of the exploring party
under the direction of Dr. Fewkes. After several days meditation,
having tried and rejected several queer sounding appellations, she at
last dubbed him _Kuktaimu_, briefly, "Investigator," and kindly
offered to adopt him; the adoption, however, was not consummated.
Kuktaimu owes his name to the ardor with which he collected plants,
insects, and geological specimens, this not escaping the sharp eyes
of Saalako.

This sketch is given as a tribute to a remarkable Hopi woman whose
history is worthy of fuller presentation.

Intiwa was another celebrity whose acquaintance early ripened into a
regard for his true worth. His was a modest personality; in him one
saw the living presentment of the sages who guided the people before
America dawned upon history. A striking instance that came to notice
concerning him gives an interesting sidelight on Hopi customs.

One day Intiwa went down to his cornfield to see how the crops were
getting on. As he was reaching under the drooping corn blades, feeling
for the ripening ears, a rattlesnake struck him on the hand. He
hurried home and applied all the remedies which Hopi medical knowledge
could suggest, but got no relief. Some white visitors who happened to
be near were called in and did all they could for the man, and
finally, after much suffering, Intiwa recovered. Now comes the curious
sequel of the snake bite. The Snake Fraternity decided that Intiwa,
being specially favored by the bite of the snake, must of necessity
belong to their order. Perhaps Intiwa was not impressed with the
alleged favor of the snake. Still he took the initiation and became a
full-fledged snake priest. This is the first record of such happening
in Tusayan.

Beside the honor thus thrust upon him, Intiwa was the _Kachina_ chief
of Walpi, and thus an important man, the _impresario_ and chief
entertainer of his town, honored by the rain-bringing serpent, blessed
with a large family, ample house and abundant food--gifts no doubt of
the good fairy _Kachina_.

Several years ago Intiwa took a journey to the underworld across the
deserts and down through the _sipapu_, or earth-navel, finding at last
that wondrous land whence all people came out and where they finally
must return, according to Hopi belief. Walpi will suffer the loss of
his great knowledge; who knows but that he will emerge, and, sitting
with the zealous _kachinas_, watch over the scene of his earthly
triumphs?

The first meeting with the Hopi and with the Honani family was one of
the most pleasurable experiences of the journey from Winslow to the
Middle Mesa several years ago.

The party had toiled to the north for nearly three days through the
brilliantly painted deserts that lie between the Little Colorado and
the Hopi villages. The grotesque black buttes whose contours had
changed so many times during the journey were left behind to the south
and the gray cretaceous mesas began to narrow in on the dry washes,
fringed with sage-green desert plants that characterize the region of
the Hopi villages. Everyone felt that though many miles of loose sand
still intervened, this was the home stretch to the goal. Far ahead on
the plain several black dots were sighted, and with lively interest
the party began to speculate as to what they might be. After a while
it could be seen that a mounted party was coming, perhaps Navaho on
first thought, likely Hopi on reflection. Soon they were decided to be
a number of Hopi mounted on burros and ponies, and in a short time
they were greeting the Americans with the fervor of a long-lost
brother, their faces wreathed with smiles. These, then, were the
taciturn Indians of the story-books.

Honani, "the Badger," citizen of Shumopavi, was escorting his family
on an outing of many miles after berries. Berries, such as they are,
do grow in the desert, but they may be enjoyed only by those who never
tasted any other variety. Honani's wife and her three pretty daughters
were astride ponies, while the baby was securely fastened in his
mother's blanket; the old grandfather and grandmother who bestrode
burros made up the rest of the party, which formed a very picturesque
group. The women asked for water, and Honani spoke the magic word
_piba_, tobacco, followed by the word, _matchi_. These words one very
soon finds are the indispensable preliminary to a "smoke talk" in
Hopiland.

Honani's better half is no light weight. So thought her pony which,
without warning, proceeded to lie down. Amidst the screaming and
chattering, the stout lady managed to extricate herself, being much
hampered by her prudence in tying her blanket to the horn of the
saddle. When all were quieted and the pony soundly thumped, they
started again on their way berrying.

Honani is quite a prominent man and was one time chief of his pueblo.
He is one of the very few Hopi who have made the grand tour to
Washington--_Wasintona_, as they call it. He has a farm in the
country, where he lives in summer. The vagrant Navaho who encroach on
his premises are the bane of his life, and when none of this tribe is
near he wishes them all sorts of unpleasant things. Honani himself is
no saint; from all accounts, it is advisable to leave nothing loose
while he is around. His wife has a pleasant, matronly face that one
cannot help admiring. She is a skillful basket-maker and keeps her
house neat and clean, which is more than can be said of her
contemporaries.

There is a good deal of feeling, mingled with a large element of
jealousy, against Honani in the minds of his fellow villagers, because
of his friendliness toward the white man and his stand in favor of
educating the children in the schools provided by the Government. At
Zuñi, through some pretext or other, Honani would be hung as a wizard,
whereas the amicable Hopi merely ignore him for a while.

On another occasion, while the party was encamped in a sheltered
valley of the Middle Mesa, the "Honanis" came visiting. It was about
supper time; the connection of the time and visit needs no
explanation. Among the scanty utensils of the party two cans of
similar shape contained respectively salt and sugar. Honani's wife
liberally sweetened her coffee and gave the baby a taste. In a moment
his hitherto placid face assumed the contortions of a Hindu idol, and
he squirmed and yelled. His mother, not knowing what was the matter,
shook him and punched his fat stomach to find out. Then she took a sip
of coffee and screamed out, "_Ingiwa!_" (salt). Her reproachful look
seemed to convey the idea that someone had designs on the baby. A few
words of explanation soon put her mind at rest on that score, and
smiles were again restored. When she heard that several of the party
had been at times sufferers from those same malicious salt and sugar
boxes, she enjoyed the joke hugely; fellow sufferers are always
appreciated the world over.

There is at least one open and above-board infidel at the East Mesa.
Chakwaina is his name, and he is a Tewa of Hano. The old nature faith
in this pueblo does not show many signs of weakening, so that were
Chakwaina less in possessions and in consequent influence, he might
have been brought to book long ago for his sins. Chakwaina says "the
_kachinas_ are no good." Perhaps the poor people who so depend on the
crops for their existence believe devoutly in the gift-bearing
_kachinas_ from ignorance or selfish motives, while _Chakwaina_, who
has sheep, flour, and money, feels independent of any spiritual aids;
this is the old story. Chakwaina undoubtedly feels able to take care
of himself, for no one has succeeded in getting ahead of him at a
bargain. Of course when a pair of sheep shears or a stone is too
frequently found in a bag of wool after weighing, people will suspect
cheating. It is well to keep watch on Chakwaina!

On the other hand, Chakwaina was one of the first to move down
permanently from the mesa when the Government offered inducements to
the Hopi to descend from their eyrie. He has always been friendly to
the white people; he aided in the establishment of a day school at the
"Sun Spring," and used his influence to persuade the people to send
pupils to the school at Keam's Canyon. He has also traveled much,
adding Spanish, Navaho, and a smattering of "American" to his
Hopi-Tewan repertory of languages, for the Tewa, besides being the
most progressive inhabitants of Tusayan, are the best linguists. This
is due to the fact that the people of the little town of Hano have
preserved their own language, and being within a stone-throw of Walpi,
must also know Hopi. Hence the step toward learning other tongues is
made easier.

Chakwaina has his house near Ishba, or "wolf spring," in very
picturesque surroundings. Below, in the wash, are his cornfields and
melon patches, showing skillful engineering in diverting the water on
the arable ground by means of dams and wings. Here he and his faithful
adjutant, "Tom Sawyer," the Paiute, put in many a laborious hour, the
latter waging deadly warfare on the obnoxious prairie dogs whose fate
is to be eaten if caught.

Chakwaina is disposed to poke fun at the scientific men who come to
Tusayan to study the ways of the Hopi. He has a remarkable laugh, and
his mimicry of the Snake Dance is one of the most amusing things to be
seen in Hopiland. His object is to ridicule all parties by making
himself ridiculous. It is evident that Chakwaina has not the
accustomed contentment of the Hopi. Having denied the first article of
faith in the _kachinas_ and having received nothing higher in return,
he stands in the unhappy position of all unbelievers of whatever race
or time.

A portrait gallery of the celebrities of Tusayan would not be complete
without Mungwe, or, as his name is translated, "El Capitan," "Cap" for
short; but his name is properly _Mongwe_, "the owl." "Cap" is a Tewa
whose ancestors were invited long ago to come from the Rio Grande and
cast their lot with the Hopi on the Walpi Mesa. Here their descendants
still dwell in the village of Hano, preserving the language and
customs transplanted from the "Great River of the North." "Cap" is one
of the most energetic and capable Indians in all Hopiland. Wiry in
figure, alert of movement, loquacious, quick of comprehension,
trustworthy and experienced, he is quite in advance of the large
majority of his contemporaries. Long ago he abandoned the inconvenient
mesa; his farm-house with its red roof can be seen among his
cornfields far out in the broad valley to the southeast of Walpi. The
men who work for Mongwe seem to be pervaded with his energy, and there
is no doubt that he is regarded by them as a captain of industry, for
he allows no laggards to eat his bread. In the line of teaming, Cap
excels. No matter how long or bad the road or how heavy the load, his
staunch little ponies will carry it through. A rickety wagon and
providence-tempting harness seem to prove no bar to any attempt, where
money is to be earned. Hence, though a number of the Hopi possess
wagons through the generosity of the Government, Mongwe gets most of
the hauling.

Our friend, alas, is not modest in the announcement of his worth. It
is a subject on which his tongue works like a spinning-jenny. At night
after the cares of the day, sitting around the camp-fire with ample
bread, unlimited rashers of bacon, and a circle of hearers, Cap eats
and talks in the plural. The word plural calls for a sentence or two
in reference to Cap's wives. Not that he has ever defied Hopi customs
to the extent of having more than one wife at a time, but the list of
the ones who have disagreed with him, if completely up to date, would
be interesting reading. From what can be gleaned, in this Utopian
land, women have the right of divorce. The relationship of Cap's
children, it will be seen, is very assorted. To hazard a guess, Cap's
matrimonial ventures are marred by his general "fussiness."

Aside from this, Mongwe is an honor to Hopiland. His success has
drawn to him a party of the young generation who are afflicted with
the universal desire for _shiba_ (silver), and if they are inspired
with Mongwe's example it will be a benefit to Tusayan, the Hopi body
politic, which needs active young blood to overcome the centuries of
inertion.

Another vivacious Hopi is Wupa, whose name means "great." The fatherly
interest which Wupa takes in the white man was sufficient
recommendation to attach him to our camp as man-of-all-work, and a
closer acquaintance brought to view other sides of his character in
which the gay features far outnumber the grave. Faithful to the extent
of his lights, though averse to steady work, he managed to earn his
bread and a small stipend, but considering the entertainment he
furnished, his pay should have been equal to that of the end-man in a
minstrel show.

So it happens that the memories of Wupa bring forth a flood of
pleasing recollections. The merriest of all that merry race of
laughing, joking, singing Hopi, his presence around the camp-fire
diffused an atmosphere of cheerfulness which does not always prevail
amidst the discomforts of roughing-it in the desert. Short of stature
and bandy-legged, possessed of a headpiece wrinkled and quizzical, one
cannot by any stretch of the imagination make him out handsome; but he
is so loquacious, witty, and full of tricks that it is not possible to
doubt his fitness for the position of king's jester. Wupa has his
moods, though. Sometimes an air of preternatural gravity and
unspeakable wisdom enwraps him; very close behind this mask, for such
it is, lurks a mirth-provoking skit and boisterous laugh. Like other
humorists Wupa has the fatality of being most amusing when serious.
Still, in the iridescent interworld between smiles and tears Wupa has
a romantic and sad history.

The _dramatis personae_ woven into this history are white men,
Mexicans, Zuñi Indians, and his fellow Hopi. The first misfortune that
befell Wupa was to be born at the time when famine harried the
Peaceful People in their seven villages to the north of the Little
Colorado. Famine is an old story with the Hopi. For two years no rain
had fallen, and neither the Snake nor the Flute dance availed to bring
the good will of their gods. The sacredly reserved corn laid up to
tide over a bad year had been eaten, and the Hopi were in distress.
They gathered the wild plants that seem to be independent of drought,
and tried to keep soul and body together till the rain-clouds should
again sweep across the Painted Desert; but many were those who never
saw the time of ripe corn. Many deserted the pueblos and cast their
lot among the Navaho shepherds, the Havasupai of Cataract Canyon, and
other more fortunate tribes of friendly people.

So it happened that Wupa's mother with her hungry babe took the
well-known trail to Zuñi 100 miles away, and nerved with the strength
of desperation at last reached the pueblo under "Corn Mountain."
Indian philanthropy rarely extends outside the circle of relatives,
and the Zuñi had no mind to give corn to the poor Hopi woman beyond
enough to keep her from starving. But little Wupa was worth a bushel
of the precious ears, and for that amount he was exchanged, becoming,
without being consulted, a Zuñi, while his mother trudged back to
Hopiland with food for her starving kinsfolk, feeling, no doubt,
little sorrow at the loss of her babe, so great is the levelling power
of famine and misfortune. There are usually strays at all Indian
villages, and thus the presence of the little Hopi stranger passed
without notice. When the crops were assured in the fields of the
famine-stricken Hopi, they ceased coming to Zuñi, and Wupa seems to
have been unclaimed and forgotten.

When he was five or six, the Zuñi in turn sold him to some Mexicans,
and the next account there is of him he was living at Albuquerque, a
stout young _peon_, with cropped hair, a devout Catholic, speaking
Castilian after the fashion of the "Greasers." Wupa thus became, to
all intents and purposes, a Mexican, and perhaps had lost sight of his
origin. Neither is the transition from Indian to Mexican at all
difficult or incongruous. Few Americans realize the new problem of the
population that came to us through the treaty of Guadalupe-Hidalgo,
the clannish, unprogressive foreigners who were made American citizens
without being consulted. It must be said, however, that the
Anglo-Saxon prejudice of the Latin leaves quite out of sight the good
qualities of the Mexican; it rarely considers that his ignorance is
due largely to lack of advantages during several centuries, and that
the strain of Indian blood has not helped matters. According to the
white man's way of looking at it, this listless race, seemingly
satisfied to be _peons_ in the land of the free, is inferior and
doubtfully classed with the Indians, with the doubt in the latter's
favor.

Wupa quickly picked up the language and associations of his accidental
compatriots, and soon the Padre rejoiced in another brand plucked from
the burning. His next step was to find a señorita and to marry her,
and after the semi-barbarous wedding his woes really begin. In
explanation of the description given of Wupa as he appears at present,
it may be fair to say that twenty years off his age would leave him a
passably young man, but even with this gloss, one cannot form a very
high estimate of the señorita's taste.

During the period of Wupa's exile, one knowing the Hopi would be
curious to find out how he bore himself and whether an inherited love
for the freedom of the desert was ever shown. Perhaps the early age at
which he began kicking about the world, and his varied experiences,
completely lost him to the feeling of his kith and kin. Civilization
is irksome to the desert-bred Hopi and he soon becomes as homesick for
his wind-swept mesas as the Eskimo for his land of ice or the Bedouin
for the Sahara. These questions may have a suggested answer in the
home-coming of Wupa, for he returned again to his native pueblo after
one of the most varied and remarkable series of adventures that ever
filled out a true story. The events that led up to the home-coming of
Wupa form not the least interesting episodes in his history and
occurred along the old Santa Fé Trail, immortalized by Josiah Gregg.
The railroad builders had labored across the plains, up the steep
slopes of the Rockies, following the famous trail to old Santa Fé,
leaving behind two bands of steel. Blasting, cutting, filling, and
bridging, they were advancing toward quiet Albuquerque on the lazy Rio
Grande, and the news of these activities stirred that ancient town
from center to circumference.

The dwellers in the Southwest are brought squarely up against the
"proposition," as they call it, that one must work if he would live.
The Mexicans, though reputed lazy, are on the contrary always anxious
to work for wages, and the motley and wicked railroad camp had a large
population of the dark-skinned believers in Montezuma recruited from
long distances.

Wupa joined with the Albuquerque contingent. What his duties were it
is not difficult to imagine; his skill in "rustling" wood and water in
later years gives a good clue as to his work on the railroad. As
messenger and general utility boy where steady labor was not required,
he no doubt proved useful and picked up sundry pieces of silver for
his señora. Perhaps not the least of his services lay in his
unfailing good-humor expressed in cheering songs with which he
softened the trials of railroad pioneering through that almost desert
country.

The picturesque wickedness of the westward traveling construction camp
with its fringe of saloons, gambling hells, and camp followers seems
never to have taken Wupa in its snares. Of shooting irons and drunken
men he had the inborn terror shown always by the Hopi, a feeling still
kept alive among them by that later incursion into New Mexico and
Arizona, the Texas cowboy. There was no fight in Wupa; the most that
could be gotten out of him was a disarming laugh and a disappearance,
as soon as that move could be made. Picturesque as was the
construction camp, the stern side of life came very near, and the
wonderful hues of the landscape were but mockery to the tired and
thirsty men, who prepared the Santa Fé Trail for the iron horse. Poor
food, worse water, alkali dust, parching heat and chilly nights of
summer and the severity of winter were living realities; there were
health and vigor in the air of the mountains and elevated plateaus,
though food and appetite did not always strike a balance of
compensation.

Wupa moved along with the camp, little realizing the meaning of the
struggle with the drifting sand, the rocky canyons, and the dry rivers
that became torrents and in an hour swept away the work of a month,
burying ties and rails in the limbo of boiling sand. By night he
rolled himself in his blanket and after his orisons slept under the
brilliant stars, while his fellow Mexicans snored in strangely
assorted heaps among the sage-clumps.

The rails came down the treacherous Puerco and along the banks of the
Little Colorado. To the north the dark blue Hopi Domes reared their
fantastic summits, signifying nothing to this expatriated Indian,
though the mother who bore him and sold him into bondage waited for
him there. To the west the San Francisco peaks stood always in view,
but Wupa was ignorant of the traditions of his tribe that cluster
around them. The rails left the river, stretched across a flat
country, and halted at the edge of a tremendous chasm, whose presence
could not be suspected until it yawned beneath the feet. Here the camp
halted for months, while a spider's web of steel was spun across the
Devil's Canyon.

One day several Hopi came to the camp, and after staring,
open-mouthed, at the labors of the white man, wandered about, as if
looking for someone. Soon they ran across Wupa, and the leader spoke
to him in Hopi language to this effect: "You are a Hopi; we come to
bring you to your house." A doubtful shake of the head from Wupa, who
did not understand the tongue of his people.

"Yes, come; they sit up there waiting for you." This ought to have
stirred in Wupa a desire to go at once, but he "no sabe." Finally,
after parleying in a mixture of Hopi, Zuñi, and Spanish, pieced out
here and there with sign language, they persuaded him to desert the
camp and set out with them for his native town a hundred miles to the
north.

The home-coming of Wupa was a great affair, and his reintroduction to
his mother was touching, for the Hopi are more demonstrative than
other Indians. The event must have been a nine days' wonder in the
gossipy pueblo of Walpi. His education was taken up at once with the
intention of eradicating the evil effects of Mexican training,
especially on the side of his religious instruction. If the grave
priests are satisfied with their labors in helping Wupa to begin anew
as a Hopi, an outsider would consider the results as rather mixed. To
this day Wupa is taunted with being a Mexican; these taunts he answers
with silence and an air of superiority he knows so well how to assume;
how, indeed, can they know what he has gone through in his remarkable
experiences?

While Wupa was willing to desert and become a pagan, as were his
ancestors, exchanging the quaint cathedral of Albuquerque with its
figures of saints and grewsome Corpus Cristi in a glass case for a
dimly lighted room underground and familiarity with rattlesnakes, his
señora had other ideas. Wupa mourned that his señora would not cast
her lot with the "Peaceful People" of Tusayan; but money was scarce
and the distance too great for a personal interview; the letters
written by a laborious Mexican scribe were productive of no results.
Though the señora might have done worse, who will blame her? During
the years that passed one might think that Wupa would have forgotten
his wife on the Rio Grande, but it was always the dream of his life to
bring her to him at Walpi. It was pathetic to hear his schemes and to
see the way in which he treasured letters from her written in the
scrawl of the town scribe and addressed to Señor Don José Padilla,
which is Wupa's high-sounding Castilian name. His constancy seemed
admirable, for he did not take an Indian wife, granting that he could
have secured one of the Hopi belles for spouse.

Still, with all this care Wupa was light-hearted, caroled with abandon
Mexican or Hopi songs, or intoned solemn church music. Though a
much-traveled man, he remained at his native place, the mainstay of
his old mother who sold him aforetime, his father long since having
traveled to the underworld. Hopi-Mexican, Pagan-Christian, he still
occupies a somewhat anomalous position among his people, who have
consistently hated the proud proselyting Spaniards during the more
than two hundred years since they threw the "long gowns" from the
rocky mesa.

About the camp Wupa was very useful. Mounted on his agile _burro_, a
sight well worth seeing, he brought the mail from Keam's Canyon. He
collected wood and water, indulging in many a song and exclamation.
The cook especially seemed to him a fit subject of jest. The cook was
really an adept at snoring and the still watches of the desert night
were often too vocal. Wupa used to sing out "_Dawa yamu, Kook!_"
"Daybreak, cook!" followed by a fine imitation of snoring which the
subject of the jest did not enjoy. But Wupa was at his best when
prospecting an ancient ruin to locate the most promising place to dig
for relics. At such times his gravity and wisdom fairly bulged out.
His advice was clearly and forcibly given, but the nemesis of
humorists followed him, and no one ever thought of taking him
seriously. And he never seemed disappointed. Wupa is a true humorist,
without bitterness, one to be laughed at and loved. He was almost
tearful at parting and made many protestations of friendship, at the
same time presenting two watermelons from his field. These melons were
unripe, according to un-Hopi standards, but were received in the
spirit in which they were given, and later some natives met on the
road to Keam's Canyon had an unexpected feast.

The romance of Wupa's devotion to his Mexican señora and the fine
flavor of constancy he showed toward her received a rude shattering
the year after the commencement of this account. He took unto himself
a Hopi helpmeet,--an albino,--and a whimsical pair they looked when
they came to the Snake Dance the following summer.

This step of Wupa's, in view of the repeated confidences that Hopi
maidens were not to his taste anyhow, was a surprise to his friends.
His choice of an albino for a mate clears him to some extent, as no
doubt he believes her to be as near an approach to a white woman as a
Hopi may hope to reach. However, his friends wish him well and feel
like saying, "Long live Wupa, 'great' by name and truly great in quip,
gibe, and gest by nature."

A visit to the East Mesa cannot be regarded as complete without an
interview with Toby. Usually no one leaves this portion of Tusayan
without seeing him. His name, which means "the fly," exactly fits
Toby, who has all the pertinacity of that well-known insect.

Several years ago, however, the writer failed to meet Toby and
remained in complete ignorance of his great possibilities, except by
hearsay, until the next season. Then when the party wound its way up
to the first bench of the mesa under the dizzy cliffs and camped on a
level spot near a peach tree on land which the Tewa have held for two
centuries, Toby was there as a reception committee.

His "how do" was rather startling and unexpected. After the routine of
handshaking, Toby remarked, "This my lan'," and pointing to the
antique tree long past fruit-bearing, "This my peach tlee." Proud of
his possessions he squatted on the ground and drew a plan of his lan'
and inquired as he pointed out the locations of his crops, "Have you
seen my con [corn]? Have you seen my beanzes?" Suddenly an idea struck
him. He approached the leader of the party and put these questions to
him, "You good man, uneshtan', you honesht man?" Then as if satisfied,
he turned to another of the party and said, "You handsome man; you
beautiful man," and it was not long before Toby had a packet of
coveted smoking tobacco, although from the unkempt appearance of the
explorers, his laudations were base flattery.

It was plain that Toby was desirous of airing his remarkable English,
of which he is very proud, and also of paving the way to sundry small
gratuities. These intentions of the Hopi are quite as apparent as that
of the little child who says, "Ducky likes sweet cakes." Toby was
asked to bring in a burro load of wood for cooking purposes, but with
great suavity he explained that on this day the Snake priests hunted
in the East world-quarter, and according to custom no one must work in
that direction. On account of these conscientious scruples of Toby's,
the venerable peach tree was requisitioned for enough dead branches
till such time as he should sally forth with his burros for cedar
billets.

The day before the Antelope Dance Toby came down to the camp on
important business chewing a moccasin sole which he was stitching. He
broached the subject by mysteriously saying, "Plenty Navaho come to
see Snake Dance. Navaho velly bad, steal evelything." (This in a
furtive way, because the Hopi are afraid of the Navaho.) "Me stay,
watch camp; you go see dance; Navaho bad man." It is well to say that
after Toby's watchful care at the camp all the baking powder and
matches were missing. Few Hopi are proof against these articles,
especially before a feast, and Toby is evidently no exception. He
fought shy of camp after that, no doubt fearing a "rounding up."
Perhaps, however, Toby appropriated the matches and baking powder as
rent for his "lan'."

Toby is father of a large family. When asked to give a census, he
counted on his fingers, "Boy, girl; boy, girl; boy," then with great
enthusiasm, "Babee!" Toby's command of English is due to the fact that
he was the prize pupil of a teacher at the Keam's Canyon School some
years ago. He delights to show how he can spell. If no one should ask
him to exhibit this accomplishment, he usually brings up the subject
by asking, for instance, "How you spell box?" pronounced "boxsh." If
ignorance is professed, Toby spells b-o-x, and follows with _dog_,
_cat_, _man_, and other words of one syllable, and proudly finishes by
writing his own name in the sand.

Toby thus furnishes great amusement to sojourners at Walpi and also
leaves the suspicion in the minds of most that he is a trifle "light
in the upper story."

Another character is "Tom Sawyer," a Paiute Indian who lives with the
Peaceful People at the East Mesa. As handsome as a Japanese grotesque
mask and almost as taciturn, his gravity seems to have telescoped his
squat figure and multiplied the wrinkles in his face, half hidden by
his lank, grizzled hair. Keen, shrewd eyes has he and very evasive.
Tom, however, is not "bad" in the Arizona sense, nor will his make-up
allow him to be altogether good. He is, therefore, a man, for which
this sketch is to be congratulated. While Tom's early history may
never be known to the world, his step in leaving the Paiute for the
Hopi is very much in his favor. Here he fell naturally in his place as
serf to Chakwaina, of whom something has already been said.

Tom became washerman for the Fewkes expedition while the party
sojourned at Walpi. Percy, who prides himself on his faultless
"American," held the position in former years, but having gotten a few
dollars ahead, felt above work at this time. It must be said that Tom
is an excellent laundryman. The idiosyncrasies of wayworn civilized
garb do not stump him; in fact, he is "ol' clo'es man" for the whole
East Mesa. His many quests for discarded garments to Winslow,
Holbrook, and other points on the railroad are always successful. The
people of Winslow affirm that wearing apparel often disappears from
clotheslines and other exposed situations coincidently with the visits
of Hopi, who clear the town of rags as the winds do of loose paper.
When the physician of the place lost a pair of overshoes which were
reposing on the back kitchen steps, he remembered too late that a Hopi
had gone down the alley sometime before. The disappearance of the
overshoes can scarcely arouse as much wonder as their presence and
utility in arid, dusty Winslow. No doubt Tom has caused many of these
mysterious disappearances and the spoils borne northward on his
patient burros have promoted a dressed-up feeling among the Hopi
braves.

It has not yet been found out whether Tom gave an exhibition of
artistic lying or was telling the truth about the following matter.
Tom was starting on one of his periodical clothes raids to Winslow,
and he was asked to bring back a can of plaster. About a week later
Tom returned with the following laconic tale, "Snake bite burro, burro
die; me take can back, give to man."

At the time it was thought that Tom had overloaded his burro with old
clothes and had invented the story. There is much to be said on Indian
invention. If Tom is living he is still an active citizen of Hopiland.



XI

THE ANCIENT PEOPLE


The Southwest has always been a storied land to its native dwellers.
Mountain profile, sweep of plain, carved-out mesa, deep canyon, cave,
lava stream, level lake bed, painted desert, river shore, spring and
forest are theirs in intimacy, and around them have gathered legends
which are bits of ancient history, together with multitude of myths of
nature deities reaching back into the misty beginning.

Deep is this intimacy in the practical affairs of life, teaching the
way to the salt, the place of the springs, the range of the game, the
nest of the honey bee, the home of the useful plants, the quarry of
the prized stones, and the beds of clay for pottery, for the desert is
home and there is no thing hidden from keen eyes. From far off, too,
came in trade shells from the Pacific, feathers from Mexico, buffalo
pelts from the Plains, and, perhaps, pipestone from Minnesota, so that
the land of sunshine was not so isolated as one might think, and its
resources fed, clothed, and ministered to the esthetic and religious
needs of numerous tribes of men from the old days to the present.

The white men who tracked across the vast stretches of the "Great
American Desert" no doubt saw ruined towns sown over the waste, and
perhaps believed them lost to history, little suspecting that within
reach lived dusky-hued men, to whom these potsherd-strewn mounds and
crumbling walls were no sealed book. The newer explorers have drawn
the old-world stories from the lips of living traditionists, and by
their friendly aid have gathered the clues which, when joined, will
throw a flood of light on the wanderings of the ancient people.
Through them it has been learned that each pueblo preserves with
faithful care the history of its beginnings and the wanderings of its
clans. This at proper times the old men repeat and the story often
takes a poetical form chanted with great effect in the ceremonies. As
an example of these interesting myths, one should read the Zuñi Ritual
of Creation, that Saga of the Americans which reveals a beauty and
depth of thought and form surprising to those who have a limited view
of the ability of the Indian.

One thing is settled in the minds of the Pueblo dwellers. In the
beginning all the people lived in the seven-story cave of the
underworld, whence they climbed toward the light and after reaching
the surface of the earth, migrated, led by supernatural beings. Where
the mythical underworld adventures leave off begins a real account,
telling the wanderings of the clans and the laying of the foundations
of the multitudinous ruins of the Pueblo region. It may not be
possible to connect all the ruinous villages with the migrations of
the present Indians, for there is room enough in this vast country to
have sunk into oblivion other peoples and languages, as the vanished
Piro, who passed away since the white strangers came to Cibola, but
much may be done to gather the glittering threads before they slip
from sight.

The journeyings and campings of the ancient people becomes
intelligible when the make-up of the present pueblos is known. One
finds that every pueblo consists of clans which are larger families of
blood relations having certain duties and responsibilities together; a
name, such as the bear, cloud, or century plant; certain rites and
ceremonies to the beings; clan officers and customs amounting to laws,
and a history preserved in the minds of the members. So it will be
seen that a tribe among the house-builders is composed of a number of
smaller tribes, called clans, each complete and able to take care of
itself, forming the present villages. Often in the early days a
powerful clan migrated long distances and left members in many
different places, because clan law forbids marriage within the clan,
and the man must live with the people of his wife. In these migrations
portions of a clan would break off and cast their lot with other
villages, and often several clans traveled in company, building their
pueblos near one another, and thus came the groups of ruins so common
in the Southwest.

For this reason, all the present villages have received swarms from
other hives and have sent out in turn swarms from the home village,
during their slow migrations around the compass. The habits of the
ancient people thus led to a constant flux and reflux in the currents
of life in the Southwest and in spite of their substantial houses and
works costly of labor the Pueblo Indians were as migratory as the
tent-dwellers of the Plains, though they moved more slowly. Their
many-celled villages on mesas or on the banks of streams, in the
cliffs of the profound canyons, dug in the soft rocks or built in the
lava caves, were but camps of the wanderers, to be abandoned sooner or
later, leaving the dead to the ministrations of the drifting sand.

Nor with the coming of the white people did the wandering cease. There
were Seven Cities of Cibola in the subsequent stretch of time, these
seven towns were fused into the Pueblo of Zuñi and again came a
dispersal and from this great pueblo formed the small summer villages
of Nutria, Pescado, and Ojo Caliente. A human swarm built Laguna two
centuries ago to swarm again other times. Acoma is mistress of
Acomita; Isleta has a namesake on an island in the Rio Grande near El
Paso, and in Tusayan the farming pueblo of Moenkapi Hotavila and
Ushtioki in the plains in front of Walpi, are late additions. Thus, in
times of peace, these hamlets spring up, each having the possibilities
of becoming large settlements, and in times of danger they come
together to better withstand the common enemy, for the union born of
need and strengthened by the coming of wily foes was inculcated by
former experiences. But these unions were never close, even between
the clans when they forsook their small community houses and came
together forming tribes. Between tribes of the same language there
were but the faintest traces of combinations for mutual welfare.

Perhaps about the time of the landfall of Columbus a group of tribes
began to push their way into the region of the house-builders[19].
These tribes were related and had crept down from the north, where now
their kinsfolk live under the Arctic Circle. It was many years before
the Apache and Navaho were strong enough to try conclusions with the
settled peoples, but when they had gathered to themselves the lawless
from many tribes, then began terrible chapters of history which only
recently have been written to a finis. Wherever these conscienceless
savages ranged were carnage and destruction. The habits of the
house-builders changed and the ruins on high mesas and the lookouts on
every hill tell plainly how they sought defence from the scouting
enemy. The large towns in the Salinas of Manzano passed into oblivion
under the attacks of the Apache and began a mythical career as the
"Gran Quivira" of treasure hunters. Great was the devastation of
which the complete story may never be told, yet nearly every tribe
preserves legends of bloody contacts with the Navaho and Apache.

    [19] The Early Navaho and Apache. F. W. Hodge, Amer.
    Anthropologist, July, 1895.

Still at an early period the Navaho became changed from a fierce
warrior to a comparatively peaceful herdsman, subject to the maddening
vagaries of that most whimsical of gentle creatures, the sheep. Early
in the Spanish colonial period the Navaho preyed on the flocks of
sheep of the Rio Grande pueblos, where they had been brought by the
Conquistadores, and by that act his destiny was altered. Later on,
instead of hunting the scalps of his fellow creatures, his flint knife
became more useful in removing the wool from the backs of his charges;
he thus became famous as a blanket weaver, and soon excelled his
teachers in that peaceful art.

Other visitors and neighbors of the Pueblo people were almost as
undesirable as the Apache and Navaho. The Comanche of the Plains
brought ruin to many a clan by his forays, and his brother, the Ute,
from the mountains to the north, was a dangerous enemy to encounter
and at many times in the past attacked the villages of the Hopi. To
the west were the Yuma and Mohave, to the south were the Pima,
extending into Mexico, and in the Cataract Canyon of the Colorado
lived the Havasupai deep in the earth. These have been the neighbors
of the Pueblos since recorded history began. Also the tent dwellers of
the buffalo plains sometimes visited the Pueblos, tracking up the
Canadian, and perhaps other neighbors there were, now vanished beyond
resurrection or legend or the spade of the archeologist into the dust
of the wind-swept plains.

Besides the harrying of enemies of the wandering sort, there were
quarrels among the sedentary tribes and the old-fashioned way of
fighting it out according to Indian methods left many a village
desolate. For this reason the villages were often built on mesas
before the ancient enemies of their occupants began their range of the
Southwest, and hostilities were carried on against brothers located
near the corn lands and life-giving springs of the Pueblo country.

In the ancient days, as at present, the secret of the distribution of
Pueblo men was the distribution of water. It seems that in the vast
expanse embraced in the Pueblo region every spring has been visited by
the Indians, since whoever would live must know where there is water.
The chief springs near the villages they dug out and walled up and
built steps or a graded way down to the water, and often these works
represent great labor. Likewise, the irrigation canals and reservoirs
of southern Arizona show what he could do and surprise the moderns.
One soon sees that there is not a spring near the present villages
that does not receive its offerings of painted sticks adorned with
feathers, as prayers to the givers of water. These simple-hearted folk
in the toils of drought seem to have all their ceremonies to bring
rain, and there is nothing else quite as important in their thoughts.
In the same way the Southwest has made the settlers workers in stone
and clay, for Nature has withheld the precious wood. Few other parts
of the world show so clear an instance of the compelling power of the
surroundings on the customs of a people.

Why or how the pueblo builders came into this inhospitable region no
one may decide. The great plateau extending from Fremont's Peak to the
Isthmus of Tehuantepec, with its varied scenery, its plants and
animals, and its human occupants is replete with interesting problems
of the Old New World. Perhaps as the people crowded from the North
along the Rockies toward the fertile lands of Mexico, some weaker
tribes were thrust into the embrace of the desert and remained to work
out their destiny. It would appear that no tribe could adopt the land
as a home through free choice, because the sparseness of the arid
country must make living a desperate struggle to those who had not the
precious seeds of corn.

Corn is the mother of the Pueblos, ancient and modern. Around it the
Indian's whole existence centers, and the prevalent prayers for rain
have corn as the motive, for corn is life. Given corn and rain or
flowing water, even in small amount, and the Indian has no fear of
hard times, but prospers and multiplies in the sanitorium where his
lot is cast.

If we travel backward into the Ancient Southwest we must leave behind
many things that came to the people since the Spaniards sallied from
Mexico to the new land of wonders. Sheep, goats, chickens, burros,
horses, cattle there are none, and the children of the sun have no
domestic animal except the turkey. The coyote-like dog haunted the
pueblos, but his ancient enemy, the cat, was not there to dispute with
him. No peaches or apricots were on the bill of fare, and the desert
must be scoured for small berries and the fruit of the yucca and
prickly-pear. Corn, beans, melons, and squashes there were, but wheat,
oats, and alfalfa came from other hands. What would be the deprivation
if sugar, coffee, flour, and baking powder were cut off from the
present Indians. The ancients had none, nor were the useful vessels of
tin and iron for cooking dreamed of. The agave of the South furnished
a sweet in the roasted leaves, which took the place of sugar and went
far and wide by early commerce. Tobacco always grew wild around the
pueblos, but the ancients never knew the fascination of the modern
leaf.

Before the trader's cotton stuffs, were those of native cotton and
before woolen stuffs there were warm blankets of strips of rabbit fur
interwoven with cord, feather garments, mats of yucca, and blankets of
mountain goat and buffalo wool, with girdles and stockings of the same
textile. Perhaps more in use than these for clothing were the tanned
skins of the elk, deer, and antelope, ornamented with native colors
before aniline dyes came into existence. Buffalo skins were a part of
the belongings of the ancients secured through trade with the people
of the plains. There were sandals of plaited yucca and moccasins of
turkey feathers. For jewelry there were seeds of the pine, shells,
beads, and ornaments of turquoise and colored stones, quite enough to
satisfy the love of ornament and quite suitable to the dusky skins of
the Indians, as anyone may verify, if he will travel to the pueblos.

About the houses every vestige of metal and glass is absent. The
windows may have been glazed with irregular plates of selenite, and
the marks of fire and the rude stone axe are upon the beams. Instead
of the gun, curved clubs, the bow, and stone-tipped arrows hang from
the rafters with the lance thrown by the atlatl. In the corner stands
a hoe of stone and a digging stick; pottery, gourds, and basketry are
the sole utensils, the knife is a chipped stone blade set with pine
gum in a wooden handle, and the horns of the mountain sheep are formed
into spoons.

The rooms are smoky and dark, since the chimney is not yet, and the
fire on the floor must be nursed, for, when it goes out, it must be
rekindled by the friction of two pieces of wood or borrowed from a
neighbor in the manner of primitive times, not yet forgotten among the
advanced sharers of civilization. Much might be added to this picture
of the early life of the Pueblos, and the exploration of the ruins
will tell us yet more to excite our interest and admiration.

Among the inhabited Hopi pueblos are many seats of the ancient people
now become mounds or fallen walls and their memory a tradition. There
were four mission churches; hardly a vestige of them remains, and a
few of the carved beams support the roofs of pagan kivas. This bears
strong testimony to the completeness of the weeding out of the foreign
missions by the Hopi more than two centuries ago. The Hopi have always
been free and independent, even when the search for gold by the
Conquistadores had been turned to the search for souls to the
subjugation of most of the other Pueblos in the Southwest.

Several of the interesting ruins in Tusayan have been explored.
Sikyatki, or "Yellow House," lying on the sand hills four miles east
of Walpi, has yielded many strange and beautiful relics of pottery and
stone, as has Awatobi, a large town on a mesa ten miles southeast of
Walpi, destroyed about the year 1700 by the other villagers. Here may
be traced the walls of the mission of San Bernardino de Awatobi, a
large church built of blocks of adobe mixed with straw. The church
stood on the mesa commanding a superb view of the lava buttes to the
south and must have been in its time an imposing building. The old
town of Kisakobi, near Walpi, has yielded relics in profusion of a
later period than the sites mentioned, and it is here that we must
look for the arts of the Hopi just before they came into the light of
history.

The prevalence of ruins around the Hopi mesas is in keeping with the
movements of the tribes in the Pueblo region. Of the seven Hopi towns,
Oraibi is the only one now on the site it occupied when the Spaniards
came to Tusayan.

Not long ago, according to Hopi traditionists, some clans withdrew
from Tusayan and rebuilt cliff-houses in the Canyon de Chelly, where
before some of the clans that finally settled in Tusayan lived for a
time.

Without doubt the connection between the early Hopi clans and the
people who lived in the cliff-dwellings was close at a former period,
and there is reason to believe that the older clans who are said to
have come in from the North possessed the black-and-white pottery and
the arts of the cliff-dwellers. Other clans coming from the South must
have worked considerable changes in Hopi arts. While the southern
clans brought yellow pottery, it remained for the great influx of
peoples from the Rio Grande to introduce the artistic ware with
complicated symbolic decoration that rendered the Tusayan ceramics
superior to all others in northern America.



INDEX


  Albinos, 17

  Ancient life, pictures of, 257-259

  Announcements of town crier, 43

  Apache, 26

  Astronomy, primitive, 44

  Attacks of Navaho and Apache, 254


  Basket dance, 159

  Baskets, kinds of, 90

  Basket making, 91-95

  Basket, materials of, 91

  Basket struggle, 161

  Baskets, uses of, 93

  Blessing of the fields, 37

  Burial, 130, 131


  Carving, joinery, painting and drawing, 87-90

  Ceremonies, 132;
    basis of, 135, 136

  Ceremonial calendar, regulation of, 148

  Chakwaina, biography of, 231-233

  Children, games of, 107, 108;
    education of, 119-122

  Clan ceremonies, 135;
    laws, 36

  Cliff dwellers, 261

  Climate, 15

  Cold, disregard of, 33

  Communication of news, 42

  Constellations named, 44

  Coöperation, 37

  Corn, cooking of, 66;
    cultivation and care of, 61, 62;
    diet of, 65;
    feast, 61;
    grinding, 62;
    meal, 64;
    origin myth of, 65;
    planting of, 60, 61

  Cornfield, appearance of, 60

  Cotton, use of, 83

  Courtship, 122-123

  Crafts, 70


  Day, division of, 45

  Death, ideas concerning, 128, 129, 130

  Dedication of infant to the sun, 117

  Dolls, making of, 87

  Dyeing, 85


  Eagle capture, 170;
    cemetery, 171;
    egg shrine, 171;
    feathers in ceremony, 170;
    ownership of, 168

  Education of children, 218, 219

  Environment, effect in shaping culture, 15


  Fewkes (Dr. J. Walter), 12, 47, 88, 151, 159, 179;
    on Kopeli, 221-223

  Fields, guarding of, 56

  Flute, ceremony of, 156-159

  Fire priests, 166, 167;
    making, 164

  Founding of new villages, 253

  Fuel gathering, 71


  Games, athletic and sedentary, 105, 106

  Gardens, 53


  Hano, origin of, 20

  Havasupai, 25

  Head flattening, 16

  Herbs, collection of, 58;
    mixed with tobacco, 60

  Historical ruins, 260

  Hodge (F. W.), 11, 254

  Honani family, account of, 228-231

  House, arrangement of, 100;
    building of, 95-101;
    dedication ceremonies, 99, 100;
    description of, 22-23

  Hunts, ceremonial, 172, 173, 174


  Industry, 71

  Intiwa, biography of, 227, 228


  Kachinas, 135

  Kachina ceremonies, 145-146

  Kisakobi, 260

  Kivas, construction of, Walpi, 21-22

  Kopeli, biography of, 218-223


  Labor, division of, 69

  Lalakonti ceremony, 159-161

  Land, ownership of, 37

  Laws, 38

  Longevity, 17

  Lummis (C. F.), 11


  Mamzrauti ceremony, 161-163

  Marriage, 123-128

  Meals, 67

  Medicine men, 167, 168;
    theory and practice, 58

  Migration of Apache and Navaho, 254;
    of Pueblo, 253

  Mindeleff (Cosmos), 101

  Mission churches, 260

  Moccasin making, 72, 73, 74

  Months of summer, 33, 34, 35;
    of winter 30, 31, 32

  Mungwe, biography of, 233-235

  Mushongnovi pueblo, 23

  Music, character of, 103;
    of Flute ceremony, 103, 104, 105

  Myth of Alosaka, 193;
    Dr. Fewkes quoted, 189;
    of flint clad giant, 186, 187;
    of Great Elk, 185, 186;
    of man-eagle, 180-185;
    of migration, 190-194, 196, 197-200;
    of monsters, 179;
    of plumed serpent, 194, 195;
    of sun twins, 187, 188


  Naming customs, 117

  Nampeo, 75, 76

  Nampeo, potter, 20

  Nashihiptuwa on the golden age, 213-217

  Natal rites, 114-115

  Native worship, 134-135

  Navaho contracts, 24

  New fire ceremony, 163-165

  Niman Kachina ceremony, 146-148


  Oraibi, location of, 260;
    pueblo, 24

  Organization of ancient Pueblos, 252

  Origin of pueblo builders, 257


  Paiute, 26

  Palulukong ceremony, 140-145

  Physical characteristics, 16

  Pima, 26, 27

  Plants, knowledge of, 57;
    lore of, 59;
    uses of, 59

  Planting stick, 60

  Pottery, ancient, 261;
    burning, 80, 81, 82;
    clays, 77;
    evolution of, 78, 79;
    paints, 80;
    superstition regarding, 82;
    tools, 78

  Powamu ceremony, 139, 140

  Prayer-sticks in springs, 256

  Preservation of tradition, 251

  Primitive commerce, 250

  Pueblo origin accounts, 251, 252

  Punishments, 38


  Routes to Pueblos, 13

  Running, feats of, 108, 113


  Saalako, medicine woman, biography of, 225-227

  Sandals, 74, 75

  Seed gathering, 67

  Social organization, 35

  Sheep, introduction of, 83, 255

  Shepherds, 39-40

  Shipaulovi pueblo, 24

  Shrines, 175-178

  Shumopavi pueblo, 24

  Sichomovi pueblo, origin of name, 20

  Sikyatki, ancient pueblo destroyed, 210;
    ruins of, 260

  Snake dance, 148-155;
    legend, 155-156

  Songs, purchase of, 102;
    variety of, 105

  Soyaluna ceremony, 136-139

  Springs, 53;
    disappearance of, 54;
    Flute Dance in, 54;
    names of, 54;
    offerings in, 53;
    sacred, 54

  Street market, 40

  Summer occupations, 33


  Tewa, migration of, 20; visits of pueblos, 25

  Time, determination of, 43, 44;
    reckoning in birth rites, 114;
    record, 44

  Toby, biography of, 245, 247

  "Tom Sawyer," biography of, 247-249

  Totem names, 46, 47

  Town crier, or speaker chief, 41, 42

  Town patrol, 39

  Traders, ability of, 38

  Tradition of Apache raids, 202;
    of destruction of Awatobi, 210-213;
    of flood, 203;
    of former location, 204;
    of origin of Hano, 208;
    of Spanish conquerors, 206, 207;
    of the Spanish Friars, 204, 205

  Turkey, 172

  Tusayan, physical description of, 13


  Unwarlike character of Hopi, 209


  Villages located near water, 50;
    on mesas, 18

  Voth (H. R.), 128


  Walpi, changes due to contact, 19;
    description of, 21;
    founded 1590, 21

  Wars among Pueblos, 256

  Water, abstinence from by animals, 52;
    carriers, 53;
    hunting of, 51;
    jars, hidden, 50;
    signs, 51

  Weaving, 82-86

  Wedding costume, 127, 128;
    blanket, 126

  Wiki and Supela, biography of, 223, 224, 225

  Winter occupations, 29, 30

  Women, house builders, 96

  Wupa, biography of, 235-245


  Yeast, chewed, 64


  Zuñi, association with, 25



Transcriber's Note

Minor punctuation errors have been repaired.

Hyphenation has been made consistent throughout the main body of the
book, but preserved as printed in quoted material.

Spelling has been made consistent where there was a clear prevalence
of one form over another. Such changes are included in the list of
amendments below. Otherwise, archaic and variant spellings are preserved
as printed.

As no later editions of this book could be found, the transcriber has
estimated the most likely place for an apparently omitted closing
quote on page 129. This appears to be at the paragraph ending with
'Truly, we received the ceremonies from them long ago,' as there are
several references to 'we' preceding it, suggesting it is all quoted
material.

The following text appears on page 155: 'For several days after the
Snake Dance the young and not too old play jolly comes the feast
consumed with the appetite of youth, childlike simplicity.' There may
be missing words or punctuation, but as the transcriber is unable to
establish these, it is preserved as printed.

Both Castil shimuno (page 205) and Castil shinumo (page 206) appear.
One of these is presumably a typographic error, but as the transcriber
found no way to determine which is correct, they have both been
preserved as printed.

Both Mishongnovi and Mushongnovi appear as variant spellings, and are
preserved as printed.

The quoted matter on page 221 uses Saliko as an alternate spelling of
Saalako, and this is preserved as printed.

The following amendments have been made:

  Page 14--pinyons amended to piñons--... on the mesas are junipers
  and piñons; ...

  Page 30--Soyalana amended to Soyaluna--... and after the Soyaluna
  ceremony ...

  Page 55--Salako amended to Saalako--... although having been
  blessed by Saalako ...

  Page 68--witr amended to with--... which, with various other
  herbs, ...

  Page 80--ochre amended to ocher--The red paint is yellow ocher,
  ...

  Page 91--leaf-tripping amended to leaf-stripping--... waste bits
  from the leaf-stripping, ...

  Page 101, footnote--Mendeleff's amended to Mindeleff's--...
  should consult Mindeleff's paper ...

  Page 110--distince amended to distance--... a distance which the
  Spaniards required ...

  Page 121--confield amended to cornfield--... watching the
  cornfield, or gathering the crops, ...

  Page 124--back amended to black--... she grinds the dark blue corn
  which the Hopi call black, ...

  Page 129--It amended to If it--If it is the spirit of a good man,
  ...

  Page 145--themelves amended to themselves--... dress themselves in
  appropriate costume, ...

  Page 148--it amended to its--... the Snake Dance, from its
  elements of horror, ...

  Page 161--Salako amended to Saalako--... of which his wife,
  Saalako, ...

  Page 162--prayer-stick amended to prayer-sticks--... and
  messengers are sent to springs and shrines to deposit
  prayer-sticks.

  Page 168--follaws amended to follows--... more striking customs in
  this regard follows: ...

  Page 186--empting amended to emptying--... and drank four times,
  emptying the pool.

  Page 195--Palulokona amended to Palulukona--On the sixth day,
  _Palulukona_ [the Serpent Deity] ...

  Page 198--seded amended to seeded (confirmed with the quoted
  source)--... and red and yellow speckled corn, and a seeded grass
  ...

  Page 200--formed amended to found (confirmed with the quoted
  source)--Calako's picture is found on the Powamu altars ...

  Page 208--county amended to country--... in our country where the
  past is forgotten ...

  Page 220--as as amended to or as--... whether as a farmer or as
  Snake Priest, ...

  Page 226--Wapli amended to Walpi--No visitor to Walpi escapes the
  ordeal ...

  Page 250--XII amended to XI--XI THE ANCIENT PEOPLE

  Page 253--ing amended to in--There were Seven Cities of Cibola in
  the subsequent stretch ...

  Page 255--undersirable amended to undesirable--... were almost as
  undesirable as ...

  Page 263--xl amended to 12--Fewkes (Dr. J. Walter), 12, 47 ...

  Page 263--x amended to 11--Hodge (F. W.), 11, 254

  Page 264--4 amended to 11--Lummis (C. F.), 11

  Page 264--83 amended to 82--Pottery, superstition regarding,
  82;

  Page 264--304 amended to 204--Tradition of Apache raids, ... of
  former location, 204; ...

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