Identifier: throughourunknow01laut (find matches)
Title: Through our unknown Southwest, the wonderland of the United States-- little known and unappreciated-- the home of the cliff dweller and the Hopi, the forest ranger and the Navajo.-- the lure of the painted desert
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Laut, Agnes C. (Agnes Christina), 1871-1936
Subjects: Hopi Indians Navajo Indians
Publisher: New York, McBride, Nast & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ith In the underground councilroom or kiva, It Is customary for the Acomas to blind-fold him and send him to the top of the EnchantedMesa for a nights lonely vigil with a jar of water asoblation to the spirits. These jars explain the pres-ence of pottery, which Lummis describes. Theywould also give credence to at least periodic Inhabitingof the Mesa. The absence of house ruins, on theother hand, would explain why Hodge scouted Lum-mis theory. The Indians explained to Miss McLaInthat a boy could climb blindfolded where he could notgo open-eyed, a fact that all mountain engineers willsubstantiate. But what matters the quarrel? Is not the wholeregion an Enchanted Mesa, one of the weirdest bitsof the New World? You have barely rounded theEnchanted Mesa, when another oblong colossus loomsto the fore, sheer precipice, but accessible by tiers ofsand and stone at the far end; that Is, accessible byhandhold and foothold. Look again! Along thetop of the walled precipice, a crest to the towering
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A shy little Indian maid in a Hopi village of Arizona ENCHANTED MESA OF ACOMA 93 slab, is a human wall, the walls of an adobe streetfulof houses, little windows looking out flush with theprecipice line like the portholes of a ship. Then yousee something red flutter and move at the very edge ofthe rock top — Hopi urchins, who have spied us likeyoung eagles in their eyrie, and shout and wave downat us, though we can barely hear their voices. Itlooks for all the world like the top story of a castleabove a moat. At the foot of the sand-hill, I ask Hill Ki, why, nowthat there is no danger from Spaniard and Navajo,the Hopi continue to live so high up where they mustcarry all their supplies sheer, vertical hundreds of feet,at least 1,500 if you count all the wiggling in and outand around the stone steps and stone ladders, andniched handholds. Hill Ki grins as he unhitches hishorses, and answers: You understan when you goup an see 1 But he does not offer to escort me up. As I am looking rou

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