4 THE NAUTILUS. 
kindly, well-broken and intelligent. Without a guide or guid- 
ance they carried us for miles over naked sandstone where there 
was not a scratch to mark the trail. Saddles of Navajo make 
are in good taste and stand up well with the best of the saddler’s 
art. 
‘*Boy, boy,’’? came from a group of smiling Hopis at Tuba, 
pointing to cavalry pantaloons as the girls climbed into cars. 
The dogs barked, and with the government veterinarian in his 
own Ford to lead us, the sand flew over the dunes to Kaibito. 
Here Wetherill and his horses had been waiting for three days. 
The cars were stored in the trader’s wool house, and two days 
later we threw down the shovels and anchored those horses and 
mules in the junipers of Endische Springs at the south foot of 
Navajo Mountain. 
There had been little opportunity for collecting, but while 
watering our stock at two branches of Navajo Creek the drift 
was found rich in small shells. The streams contained excel- 
lent drinking water and were twenty or thirty feet in width. A 
large amount of timber had been floated down from the mesas, 
but we were traveling fast. Physa humerosa interioris was found 
in the stream among the horsetails and water cress. 
With the best of water spouting from the rocks, a beautiful 
view and a delightful climate we settled down into a permanent 
camp, began to feel acquainted and call each other by front 
names. These pupils and instructors were a splendid group of 
uncomplaining pottery diggers. Nearly every western state was 
represented. Their forebears had been pioneers from Plymouth 
Rock to California, and thus good sense and the square deal 
came just natural. 
From the southern approach Navajo Mountain is an oblong 
dome, regular in form, longer east and west, without peaks or 
precipices, ‘‘rising four thousand feet above the flat floor of the 
Rainbow Plateau, an island in the midst of a sea of water-worn 
and wind-worn brilliantly colored sandstone,’’ says Gregory. 
A nearer view and a little travel finds precipices in plenty. In 
fact so rough were the crags we found but one horse trail to the 
upper levels, and that ended at War God Springs about half 
way to the summit. Here at the springs is a fairly level bench 
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