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feasted on a sheep we bought from a band of 

 Utes. Early on the afternoon of the sixth day 

 of our absence we again rode our weary horses 

 over the hill slope down to the store at Kayentay, 

 and glad we were to see the comfortable ranch 

 buildings. 



Many Navajos were continually visiting the 

 store. It seems a queer thing to say, but I 

 really believe Kayentay would be an excellent 

 place for a summer school of archaeology and 

 ethnology. There are many old cliff-dwellings, 

 some of large size and peculiar interest, in the 

 neighborhood; and the Navajos of this region 

 themselves, not to mention the village-dwelling 

 Hopis, are Indians who will repay the most 

 careful study, whether of language, religion, 

 or ordinary customs and culture. As always 

 when I have seen Indians in their homes, in 

 mass, I was struck by the wide cultural and in- 

 tellectual difference among the different tribes, 

 as well as among the different individuals of 

 each tribe, and both by the great possibilities 

 for their improvement and by the need of show- 

 ing common sense even more than good inten- 

 tions if this improvement is to be achieved. 

 Some Indians can hardly be moved forward 

 at all. Some can be moved forward both fast 

 and far. To let them entirely alone usually 



