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Show Figure 42.-Wu-no.v'-o.i gathering sccfls. INQUIRING THE WAY. 115 tance are two Indians, scampering up the mountain side. One stops; the other still goes on, and is soon lost to view. We ride up, and find Chu-ar'ru- wm-peak talking with the one who had stopped. It is one of the ladies resident in these mountain glades; she is evidently paying taxes, Godiva like. She tells us that her people are at the spring; that it is only two hours' ride; that her good master has gone on to tell them we are coming, and that she is harvesting seeds. We sit down and eat our luncheon, and share our biscuit with the woman of the mountains; then on we go, over a divide between two rounded peaks. I send the party on to the village, and climb the peak on the left, riding my horse to tho upper limit of trees, and then tugging up afoot. From this point I can see the Grand Canon, and know where I am. I can see the Indian village, too, in a grassy valley, embosomed in the mountains, the smoke curling up from their fires; my men are turning out their horses, and a group of natives stand around. Down the mountain I go, and reach camp at sunset. After supper we put some cedar boughs on the fire, tho dusky villagers sit around, and we have a smoke and a talk I explain the object of my visit, and assure them of my friendly intentionR. Then I ask them about a way Jown into the canon. rrhey tell me that years ago, a way was discovered by which parties could go down, but that no one has attempted it for a long time; that it is a very difficult and very dangerous undertaking to reach the "Big Water." Then I inquire about the Shi' -vwits, a tribe that - li\'OS about the springs on the mountain sides and canon cliffs to the southwest. 'fbey say that their village is now about thirty miles away, and promise to send a messenger for them to morrow morning. llaving finished our business for the evening, I ask if there is a tu-gwi'na- gt~nt in camp: that is, if there is any one present who is skilled in relating their mythology. Chu-ar'-ru-um-pealc says 1'o-mor'-ro-un-ti-kai, the ehief of those Indians, is a very noted man for his skill in this matter; but they both object, by saying that the season for tu-gwi'-nai has not yet arrived. But I had anticipated. thiH, and soon some members of the party come with pjpes and tobacco, a largo kettle of coffee, and a tray of bi~cuits, and, after sundry ceremonjes of pipe lightiug and smoking, we all fonst, and, warmed |