Kapata, Antelope Priest, at Walpi. " " 140 A Mashonganavi Hopi, going to hoe his Corn. " " 140 The Antelope Priests leaving their Kiva for the Snake Dance. " " 146 The Widow, Daughters, and Grandchildren of the Navaho Chief, Manuelito. " " 146 Wife of Leve Leve, Wallapai Chief. " " 156 The March of the Antelope Priests, Oraibi, 1902. " " 156 An Aged Navaho and her Hogan. " " 170 Navaho Family and Hogan in the Painted Desert. " " 170 Navaho Woman on Horseback. " " 176 The Winner of the "Gallo" Race, at Tohatchi. " " 176 A Wallapai, making a Meal on the Fruit of the Tuna, or Prickly Pear. " " 188 Wallapai Maiden and Prayer Basket. " " 188 Susquatami, Wallapai War Chief. " " 196 Tuasula, Wallapai Chief. " " 196 Havasupai Fortress and Hue-gli-i-wa, or Rock Figures. " " 206 Chickapanagie's Wife, a Havasupai, parching Corn in a Basket. " " 210 A Wallapai Woman pounding Acorns. " " 210 Havasupai Mother and Child. " " 216 A Family Group of Havasupais. " " 216 Waluthanca's Daughter, with Esuwa, going for Water. " " 230 Lanoman's Wife, a Havasupai. " " 230 Rock Jones, Leading Medicine Man of Havasupais. " " 256 Sinyela, with Esuwa, going for Water. " " 256 INTRODUCTORY Wild, weird, and mystic pictures are formed in the mind by the very name--the Painted Desert. The sound itself suggests a fabled rather than a real land. Surely it must be akin to Atlantis or the Island of Circe or the place where the Cyclops lived. Is it not a land of enchantment and dreams, not a place for living men and women, Indians though they be? It _is_ a land of enchantment, but also of stern reality, as those who have marched, unprepared, across its waterless wastes can testify. No fabled land ever surpassed it in its wondrousness, yet a railway runs directly over it, and it is not on some far-away continent, but is close at hand; a portion, indeed, of our own United States. In our schoolboy days we used to read of the Great American Desert. The march of civilization has marched that "desert" out of existence. Is the Painted Desert a fiction of early geographers, like unto the Great American Desert, to be wiped from the map when we have more knowledge?