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hood. Some distance back in the valley I had seen a small patch of grass, and now signified to 
the troubled looking Indians that I would send the train back, and let the mules be driven to 
the reservoir when they needed water. I also told them that Dr. Newberry, Mr. Egloffstein, 
and myself would visit their houses before following the rest of the party to the camp. This 
arrangement seemed satisfactory, and the chief, accompanied by several friends, led the way 
with an inconvenient alacrity, considering the steepness of the ascent. The stone steps being 
surmounted, we came upon a level summit, and had the walls of the pueblo upon one side and 
an extensive and beautiful view upon the other. Without giving us time to admire the svene, 
the Indians led us to a ladder planted against the centre of the front face of the pueblo. The 
town is nearly square, and surrounded by a stone wall fifteen feet high, the top of which forms 
a landing extending around the whole. Flights of stone steps led from the first to a second 
landing, upon which the doors of the houses open. Mounting the stairway opposite to the 
ladder, the chief crossed to the nearest door and ushered us into a low apartment from which 
two or three others opened towards the interior of the dwelling. Our host courteously asked 
us to be seated upon some skins spread along the floor against the wall, and presently his wife 
brought in a vase of water and a tray filled with a singular substance that looked more like 
sheets of thin blue wrapping paper rolled up into bundles than anything else that I had ever 
seen. I learned afterwards that it was made from corn meal, ground very fine, made into a 
gruel, and poured over a heated stone to be baked. When dry it has a surface slightly 
polished, like paper. The sheets are folded and rolled together, and form the staple article of 
if er flig teps ascended to the roof, where 
