“No!” said one old Indian, emphatically. “That is too much. The
telephone—yes, I understand, for there is a wire, and the man’s words
go through that wire, inside—I see that. But now you tell me of a man
talking from here to the mesa, twenty miles, without a wire? No—excuse
me, but that is too much.”
Then came the food regulations; and food in the Desert is a limited
fare at best. The Indian menu is slim enough, and much of it in flour.
He had no use for substitutes that the trader was compelled to have him
purchase, and when his horses disdained cornmeal as fodder, the Navajo
began to be aggrieved. He had offered to help Washington with his
prowess, no mean gift, and he could not see how an empty stomach helped
campaigns.
But came the first call for Indian help that could be accepted. A
bazaar was advertised, to be held in Washington, the proceeds to
finance a hospital unit. The Indians were invited to contribute curios.
Knowing Hopi thriftiness, I did not feel that they would respond in
great measure. I sent out the call and waited. When lo! for a time the
sale of pottery to trading-posts ceased. My warehouse began to overflow
with the donations. Hopi pottery is fragile; does not ship well; and I
felt that so generous a response should have good packing for the
journey of twenty-six hundred miles to Washington. I know how much they
gave in clay products, for I personally packed the major part of it.
There was not time to ship by freight, express gave no insurance
against breakage, so it was forwarded by parcel post. There was a
trifle of silverware; a rug or two of Hopi weave; there were reed
plaques, and small baskets, and pottery,—bowls and trays and plates and
odd forms,—hundreds of pieces. A tenderly whimsical thought: the vision
of some wounded lad finding relief through an old Hopi woman’s moulding
and baking clay figures, far from the hysteria of the cities, far from
the guns and stench of war, but contributing the one thing she knew,
while humming some chant, perhaps of ancient battles.
Next came the bond sales.
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