spent the evening at Palace Hotel with Mr. Twitchell, of Las Vegas, who is writing a history of the southwest, based largely upon old Spanish documents for the early history, and U. S. War Department documents for the later history. Still raining at bedtime.
Santa Fe, N. Mex., Tuesday Aug. 2, 1910.
Up at 5 a.m. Nearly clear, cool. Breakfast at Coronado Cafe with Hewett, Robbins, and Nusbaum. A great many Indians about town and the women are much addicted to expensive black shawls. The Indians here are Pueblos, a composite race, about 25% dolichocephalic, 75% brachycephalic. The skulls from the old cliff dwellings are all dolichocephalic. The town is on the east border of Rio Grande basin, the camp on west border, about 25 miles NW of town in air line, 35 by wagon road. As we climbed the mesa from town we passed over red conglomerate like the Fountain dipping westerly about 5 to 10 degrees. Old sloping
