is somewhat of a task to the unaccustomed. When the fierce sun is high, the climb may have frequent periods of pause, and the natives who run up and down the mesa as though it were a short flight of stairs are objects of envy. But when the ascent is made and one sits in the shade and hospitality of a Moki interior, the exertion is repaid. It is a new and memorable experience.
PUEBLO OF SHUNGOPAVI.
The nineteenth century civilization, with its tall buildings and bustling crowds, fades away and we are in the ancient past of the southwest wonderland.
The Mokis are almost invariably pleased to have white visitors enter their houses. Most of them invite you in, all smiles and hospitality. In most cases, though, where there is any doubt it is better to say, "een quaqui
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