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the houses to look at the pottery. The grand- 

 mother of the house was the pottery-maker, and, 

 entirely unhelped from without and with no in- 

 centive of material reward, but purely to gratify 

 her own innate artistic feeling, she had developed 

 the art of pottery-making to a very unusual de- 

 gree; it was really beautiful pottery. On the 

 walls, as in most of the other houses, were pic- 

 ture-cards and photographs, including those of 

 her children and grandchildren, singly and 

 grouped with their schoolmates. Two of her 

 daughters and half a dozen grandchildren were 

 present, and it was evident that the family life 

 was gentle and attractive. The grandfather 

 was not a Christian, but "he is one of the best 

 old men I ever knew, and I must say that I ad- 

 mire and owe him much, if I am a parson," said 

 my companion. The Hopis are monogamous, 

 and the women are well treated; the man tills 

 the fields and weaves, and may often be seen 

 bringing in fire-wood; and the fondness of both 

 father and mother for their children is very 

 evident. 



Many well-informed and well-meaning men 

 are apt to protest against the effort to keep 

 and develop what is best in the Indian's own 

 historic life as incompatible with making him 

 an American citizen, and speak of those of 



