d heard till half-way through the first
story, when some mention of Dr. Fewkes, by her son-in-law (a man past
middle age) brought out the fact. When informed of the death of both Dr.
and Mrs. Fewkes, her controlled grief was touching. In speaking of our
mutual friend, the writer used the Hopi name given him by the Snake
fraternity of the old woman's village so many years ago--Nahquavi
(medicine bowl), a name always mentioned with both pride and amusement
by Dr. Fewkes. And I found that in this family, none of whom speak
English, exactly these same emotions expressed themselves in the faces
of all the older members of the family, who remembered with a good deal
of affection, it seemed, these friends of nearly forty years ago.

Over and over, they repeated the name; it stirred memories; they laughed
eagerly, and nodded their heads, and began to talk to me in Hopi,
completely forgetting the interpreter. Then their faces sobered and
sighs and inarticulate sounds were all that broke the silence for fully
ten minutes. Then quietly the little grandmother turned to the
interpreter and asked her to say to me, "He called me his sister."
Silence again, and after a few minutes she went on with her stories.

=Memories of a Hopi Centenarian,= as told by Dawavantsie

"One of the first important things I can remember was when some Spanish
soldiers came here. I don't know how old I was, but I had been married
for several years, I think, for my first child had died. I was then
living in this same old house. These Spaniards came from the direction
of Keam's Canyon, and they passed on toward Oraibi. They did not come up
onto this mesa at all, but just took corn and melons and whatever they
wanted from the fields down below.

"It was early one morning and I had gone with two other girls, cousins
of mine, down to the spring at the foot of the mesa for water. These
men came toward us, and we ran, but they caught us and started to take
us away. I fought the man who was holding me and got loose and ran up
the mesa trail faster than he could run.

"I rolled rocks on them when they tried to come up and so they gave it
up. I ran on up to the top of the mesa and gave the alarm and our men
went to rescue the other two girls, but the Spaniards had horses and
they got away with the girls, who have never been heard of to this day.

"The Hopi had no horses in those days, but there were just a few burros.
So the men followed on foot, but they coul