Occasionally I meet with people who would like to visit real Indians in their real homes,--not the dressed-up Indians in a made home, like those of the Midway Plaisance of the World’s Fair or of a “Wild West” show, and they ask me how they can do so. To the ordinary traveler of to-day, who requires all the comforts of a Pullman and a dining car, and who is not willing to forego them for the hardships of a camping-out trip, my advice is don’t, although the hardships are more so in name than in fact. If one likes old clothes, fresh air, the great outdoors, lots of sunshine, desert roads, and meals _al fresco_,--sleeping at night under the stars,--this is just the country for such things. Given a good team, a careful driver who can cook “frontier style,” and an agreeable traveling companion, and you will have a new thrill--no matter what the weather is. Five dollars a day each person will cover average cost of outfit; meals extra. Yet there are some Indians who may be seen without leaving the luxuries of our modern civilization. Two great railway systems in our Southwest pass through the regions where live the Indians to whom I have referred in the foregoing pages. These are popularly known as the “Santa Fe” and the “Southern Pacific.” In crossing the continent from Chicago to the Pacific Coast on the Santa Fe route, one strikes the “Indian country,” to which I refer, about half a day before reaching Albuquerque, New Mexico. Here is what might be termed “the heart of the Pueblo Indian country.” The word “pueblo” is Spanish for “town,” so the name merely means the stay-at-home town Indians as distinguished from the nomad or wandering tribes of the great plateaus.