Among the Pueblo Indians . our friendswife was standing, swinging a papoose cradle inwhich a tiny baby was sleeping, while sitting aroundon the piled-up blankets were several squaws withlittle ones in their arms. We waited among thisgroup until our friend returned from work in thefields, and told us he had a vacant house a little wayup one of the streets. Unlike the pueblos of San Ildefonso and Cochiti,where the houses face on a plaza or square, SantoDomingo is laid out in streets running parallel toeach other. In the centre is one main thoroughfare,which the houses on all the other streets on
Among the Pueblo Indians . our friendswife was standing, swinging a papoose cradle inwhich a tiny baby was sleeping, while sitting aroundon the piled-up blankets were several squaws withlittle ones in their arms. We waited among thisgroup until our friend returned from work in thefields, and told us he had a vacant house a little wayup one of the streets. Unlike the pueblos of San Ildefonso and Cochiti,where the houses face on a plaza or square, SantoDomingo is laid out in streets running parallel toeach other. In the centre is one main thoroughfare,which the houses on all the other streets on eitherside of it face. Reaching the house in question, we prepared ourevening meal. In a short time several of the oldbucks of the village called, and sat around, curiouslylooking at us as they talked with each other. Amongour visitors was a young man, a cousin of the ownerof the house in Avhich we had located. He couldspeak a little English, and we gladly seized this op-XDortunity of learning from him something about our. .35 — *r-* _:^;ia Xifc at Santo Domincio. surroundings. After taking out the little square ofglass that formed one window of the room (theIndians have \vindo\vs for light, not ventilation), wequestioned the young buek about the house, whysueh a nice-looking ])laee was vacant, when so manypeople in the pueblo were huddled together in oneroom. He told us that about a year ago his cousinhad died in the very room in which we were sitting,and that the place had been uninhabited since. (Jninquiring the cause of the mans illness, the fellowsaid, pointing to his chest, He was sick here, andcoughed all the time. Not sharing with the Indian any superstitious an-tipathy to the place, but fearing there might still besome germs of the disease in the room that had beenclosed for so long, we decided to sleep once more inthe wagon rather than to run any risk of infection. Accordingly our bed was made up as it had beenbefore. .The night was very noisy, more so than an
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