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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 &quot;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,&quot; 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 



