﻿THE 
  PUEBLO 
  BONITO 
  EXPEDITION 
  

  

  331 
  

  

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  Photograph 
  by 
  O. 
  C. 
  Havens 
  

  

  CAUGHT 
  IN 
  THK 
  OUICKSANDS 
  

  

  The 
  expedition 
  car 
  was 
  caught 
  in 
  Chaco 
  Canyon 
  quicksands 
  one 
  Sunday 
  afternoon 
  when 
  

   on 
  exploration 
  duty, 
  and 
  this 
  photograph 
  was 
  taken 
  while 
  waiting 
  for 
  an 
  Indian 
  runner 
  to 
  

   fetch 
  help. 
  After 
  six 
  hours' 
  strenuous 
  work 
  the 
  machine 
  was 
  rescued 
  through 
  the 
  united 
  

   efforts 
  of 
  ten 
  men, 
  a 
  team 
  of 
  horses, 
  and 
  a 
  second 
  truck; 
  once 
  on 
  firm 
  ground, 
  it 
  returned 
  

   to 
  camp 
  (see 
  illustration, 
  page 
  324) 
  under 
  its 
  own 
  power. 
  

  

  some 
  of 
  the 
  Hopi 
  clans 
  are 
  known 
  to 
  

   liave 
  migrated 
  from 
  cliff-dwellings 
  in 
  the 
  

   San 
  Juan 
  drainage, 
  among 
  which 
  those 
  

   of 
  the 
  Mesa 
  Verde 
  stand 
  supreme. 
  The 
  

   -characteristic 
  pottery 
  of 
  this 
  region 
  has 
  

   oeen 
  found 
  among 
  the 
  later 
  dwellings 
  at 
  

   Pueblo 
  Bonito. 
  

  

  The 
  Navaho 
  possess 
  a 
  questionable 
  

   myth 
  that 
  their 
  ancestors 
  attacked 
  Pueblo 
  

   Bonito, 
  driving 
  out 
  its 
  inhabitants, 
  who 
  

   fled 
  to 
  Zuni. 
  Native 
  historians 
  may 
  hold 
  

   the 
  key 
  to 
  our 
  problem, 
  but 
  only 
  time 
  

   and 
  an 
  absolute 
  confidence 
  in 
  a 
  friendly 
  

   -questioner 
  will 
  separate 
  it 
  and 
  them. 
  Who 
  

   knows 
  but 
  what 
  the 
  Zuni 
  boy 
  shown 
  on 
  

   page 
  327 
  is 
  a 
  descendant 
  of 
  the 
  aboriginal 
  

   artisans 
  who 
  quarried 
  the 
  stone 
  and 
  

   mixed 
  the 
  mud 
  that 
  went 
  into 
  the 
  tower- 
  

   ing 
  walls 
  of 
  Pueblo 
  Bonito? 
  

  

  On 
  long 
  winter 
  evenings, 
  in 
  modern 
  

   pueblos, 
  the 
  boys 
  gather 
  around 
  the 
  old 
  

   men, 
  bask 
  in 
  the 
  warmth 
  of 
  an 
  open 
  fire, 
  

   and 
  draw 
  forth 
  tales 
  of 
  "the 
  people 
  who 
  

  

  used 
  to 
  be." 
  These 
  stories 
  form 
  the 
  un- 
  

   written 
  histories 
  of 
  various 
  groups 
  ; 
  they 
  

   trace 
  clan 
  migrations 
  from 
  ancestral 
  

   homes; 
  they 
  hold 
  the 
  heart-burnings 
  of 
  

   peaceful 
  village 
  folk, 
  exiled 
  by 
  threaten- 
  

   ing 
  blows 
  from 
  an 
  enemy 
  tomahawk. 
  

  

  How 
  easy 
  it 
  would 
  all 
  be 
  if 
  we 
  pos- 
  

   sessed 
  the 
  far-seeing 
  eye 
  of 
  tribal 
  heroes 
  ; 
  

   if 
  we 
  could 
  only 
  picture 
  the 
  scenes 
  that 
  

   have 
  been 
  witnessed 
  from 
  the 
  ancient 
  

   watch-tower 
  which 
  still 
  stands 
  sentinel 
  

   over 
  the 
  ruins 
  of 
  Pueblo 
  Bonito. 
  

  

  Once 
  we 
  possess 
  the 
  outlines 
  of 
  such 
  

   myths 
  as 
  may 
  still 
  exist, 
  the 
  cultural 
  

   objects 
  now 
  deeply 
  buried 
  beneath 
  the 
  

   crumbling 
  walls 
  of 
  the 
  Beautiful 
  Village 
  

   will 
  take 
  on 
  a 
  new 
  meaning 
  and 
  a 
  new 
  

   value. 
  With 
  these 
  objects 
  we 
  can 
  retrieve 
  

   the 
  unwritten 
  records 
  of 
  Pueblo 
  Bonito 
  

   and 
  establish 
  for 
  this 
  greatest 
  of 
  all 
  our 
  

   pre-Columbian 
  ruins 
  in 
  the 
  United 
  States 
  

   its 
  true 
  relationship 
  to 
  the 
  human 
  his- 
  

   tory 
  of 
  the 
  New 
  World. 
  

  

  