His "how do" was rather startling and unexpected. After the routine of handshaking, Toby remarked, "This my lan'," and pointing to the antique tree long past fruit-bearing, "This my peach tlee." Proud of his possessions he squatted on the ground and drew a plan of his lan' and inquired as he pointed out the locations of his crops, "Have you seen my con [corn]? Have you seen my beanzes?" Suddenly an idea struck him. He approached the leader of the party and put these questions to him, "You good man, uneshtan', you honesht man?" Then as if satisfied, he turned to another of the party and said, "You handsome man; you beautiful man," and it was not long before Toby had a packet of coveted smoking tobacco, although from the unkempt appearance of the explorers, his laudations were base flattery. It was plain that Toby was desirous of airing his remarkable English, of which he is very proud, and also of paving the way to sundry small gratuities. These intentions of the Hopi are quite as apparent as that of the little child who says, "Ducky likes sweet cakes." Toby was asked to bring in a burro load of wood for cooking purposes, but with great suavity he explained that on this day the Snake priests hunted in the East world-quarter, and according to custom no one must work in that direction. On account of these conscientious scruples of Toby's, the venerable peach tree was requisitioned for enough dead branches till such time as he should sally forth with his burros for cedar billets. The day before the Antelope Dance Toby came down to the camp on important business chewing a moccasin sole which he was stitching. He broached the subject by mysteriously saying, "Plenty Navaho come to see Snake Dance. Navaho velly bad, steal evelything." (This in a furtive way, because the Hopi are afraid of the Navaho.) "Me stay, watch camp; you go see dance; Navaho bad man." It is well to say that after Toby's watchful care at the camp all the baking powder and matches were missing. Few Hopi are proof against these articles, especially before a feast, and Toby is evidently no exception. He fought shy of camp after that, no doubt fearing a "rounding up." Perhaps, however, Toby appropriated the matches and baking powder as rent for his "lan'." Toby is father of a large family. When asked to give a census, he counted on his fingers, "Boy, girl; boy, girl; boy," then with great enthusiasm, "Babee!" Toby's command of English is due to the fact that he was the prize pupil of a teacher at the Keam's Canyon School some years ago. He delights to show how he can spell. If no one should ask him to exhibit this accomplishment, he usually brings up the subject by asking, for instance, "How you spell box?" pronounced "boxsh." If ignorance is professed, Toby spells b-o-x, and follows with _dog_, _cat_, _man_, and other words of one syllable, and proudly finishes by writing his own name in the sand.