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Title: New Mexico, the land of the delight makers : the history of its ancient cliff dwellings and pueblos, conquest by the Spaniards, Franciscan missions; personal accounts of the ceremonies, games, social life and industries of its Indians; a description of its climate, geology, flora and birds, its rivers and forests; a review of its rapid development, land-reclamation projects and educational system; with full and accurate account of its progressive counties, cities and towns
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: James, George Wharton, 1858-1923
Subjects: New Mexico -- Description and travel
Publisher: Boston : The Page company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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unisonof melody, from all parts of the pueblo as the womenground their corn and sang simultaneously. By the way, on the day I made the photograph We-whas mother was making cactus, or prickly pear, jam.I watched the process with much interest. Impaling theprickly fruit with a wooden skewer, she deftly peeledoff the skin with a modern case-knife. Knowing howfull of seeds the pear was, I sat wondering how these wereeliminated. In a few moments I was informed. As fastas she peeled the fruit she nonchalantly tossed it intoher mouth, keeping up a continuous chewing, while out ofthe northeast corner of her mouth flowed a steady streamof seeds (which were rejected), and from the south-west corner came the jam, which was caught in her fin-gers, thrown into the boiling pot and thus cooked. I have never eaten any kind of Indian jam since. One of the most interesting adventures of my life oc-curred on a visit paid to Thunder Mountain. Tsnahey,his son, and another youth, were my guides. I was ac-
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My Adventures at Zuni 65 companied by F. H. Maude, of Los Angeles, Calif., asphotographer. I had asked that we be taken up by the Old Trail — the one used by the Zunis when theylived on the summit of Tai-yo-al-la-ne. At first he saidit was impossible. The storms of the centuries hadwashed it out so that it was impracticable. Can you go up it? I asked. Yes, was the reply. Then, said I, well go too. But we took along several stout ropes, to aid in caseof emergency, and it was well that we did. We came toplaces where all traces of the trail were gone. At otherswe had to be hoisted up by sheer strength, the Indianshaving scaled the cliffs and the three of them findingit pretty hard work to drag us up to their level. On thesummit we found the ruins of the homes, occupied by therebellious Zunis, after 1680, and there Tsnahey took usto the shrine we had come especially to see. It was ofMa-a-si-lima and Ah-a-yu-ta, the twin gods of war.To our surprise there was not one figure of the god, bu

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