While we were living at Wu-ko-ki (Great house) one of the Tcá-ma-hia dwelt with us, and then he left us, and traveled far to the southwest, looking for other people that he knew were coming up from the under world. When he reached So-tcap-tu-kui (near Santa Fé), he met Pu-u-kon-ho-ya (one of the mythic twins, grandsons of the Spider Woman) to whom he told his object. Pu-hu-kon-ho-ya said he could find those people, and fitting in his bow the arrow, fletched with wings of the bluebird, he shot it into the sky, and it came down far to the northeast, at Si-pa-pu, which people were climbing. The arrow told them its message; and they said, “We will travel to the southwest and may Tcá-ma-hia come to meet us.” On this the arrow flew back to its sender and told of these people and Tcá-ma-hia traveled westward to meet them. When he went to the great rock where Ácoma now is, he climbed up and found the great ladle-shaped Cavities on its summit, filled with rain water, and he named it the place of the ladle (A-ko-ky-obi). Here he rested and the people he was working for joined him there and at this place they have ever since remained. Sand mosaics, or “dry-paintings,” made with elaborate care by skilled artists of the tribe with sands of many colors, are so usual a part of the ritual celebrations of Indian people that it has been no little surprise and perplexity to find not a single allusion to such altar-pictures at Ácoma. It is true that they are always within a _kiva_, and since we have no description of any _kiva_ interior at Ácoma, the conclusion can be only that sand mosaics are regarded as too sacred for alien eyes to behold.[135] To-day there is a colony of about five hundred Indians resident upon the lofty peñol. The rich heritage of migration tradition, of folk-lore concerning the adventures of their prehistoric ancestors, no less than the more tangible evidence of a hardy and adventurous tribe within the period of historic record, furnishes plenty of material for the interested student. From the shadowy north by way of legendary halting-places to Wukoki on the Little Colorado and so to the very solid, glowing mass of Katzímo and on to Ácoma itself we have followed their pilgrimage. Long labor would be sweet if only some one might gain the coöperation of their own wise men to put within our grasp this history of a vanishing culture. Chapter XI THE TRADITION OF KATZÍMO AND ÁCOMA Katzímo—a towering isolated mesa with vertical sides several hundred feet in height and utterly inaccessible. It is one of the most imposing cliffs in that portion of the Southwest and it is claimed by the Ácoma Indians that while the top of the mesa is to-day utterly beyond reach, it was accessible many centuries ago by an easy trail, and that their forefathers had built a pueblo on it after the manner of their present village.—BANDELIER.