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There and then began the uncommon friendship which lasted till his death, a quarter of a century later; and a love and admiration which will be of my dearest memories so long as I shall live. I was at first suspicious of the "pigeon-hole memory" which could not only tell me some Queres word I was searching for, but add: "Policárpio explained that to me in Cochití, November 23, 1881."
So the koitza from Cochiti said, 'Sister, lay your head on my lap, I will cleanse your hair. As the other was lying thus and the Queres woman cleansed her head, she fell asleep. Thereupon the captive took a large stone, crushed her skull with it, and killed her. Was not that very wise?" "Indeed," I uttered, but thought to myself that the action was not very praiseworthy from our point of view.
I inquired, for I saw that something interesting was coming. "As true as if I had seen it myself. But I was not born when it happened. Cochiti was larger then, a big village, twice as big as it is to-day. But the Navajos were very powerful. They attacked us in the daytime in the fields. They killed the men who went to gather firewood, and they stole our cattle.
We were a tree whose roots were in the desert and whose branches were over all the north, and there is no Telling of the Queres, Cochiti, or Ty-uonyi, O Kebeyde," he turned to the puma, "which I cannot match with a better of those same Dine." "There were Dine in this Telling," purred Moke-icha, "and one puma.
At noon the scalp was heard to say, 'My men have found the place, and are searching for your tracks. You must go faster. When the sun set the ahtzeta spoke again, 'Run, sister, they have found the trail and follow it on horseback. Thus she went all night long, and the nearer she came to Cochiti the more the scalp urged her to quicken her speed, for the Navajos were coming nearer and nearer.
Still they are at heart nearly the same Indians we found them in this story. I could introduce you to Hayoue, to Zashue, to Okoya, and the rest. If we strike the time well, you may witness the Koshare at their pranks, and in their full, very unprepossessing ceremonial toggery. At Cochiti we take a guide, possibly Hayoue, and proceed northward in the direction of the Rito.
Bandelier, in his report of his tour in Mexico, tells us that “his host at Cochiti, New Mexico, could not sell an ear of corn or a string of chili without the consent of his fourteen-year-old daughter, Ignacia, who kept house for her widowed father.” Ratzel, History of Mankind, Vol. II, p. 130. Robertson Smith, Kinship and Marriage in Early Arabia, p. 65.
The narrator was satisfied, nevertheless, for I had assented. "It is well; but as the woman looked at that hole she was frightened and replied, 'It is too small. 'Creep into it, ordered the scalp. 'I cannot even get my head into it, objected the koitza from Cochiti. 'Creep in quick, they come! the scalp cried. The woman tried, and the opening became larger and larger.
The road running up the mountain, over gray and red pumice strata, was deeply worn, just like the road back of Cochiti, New Mexico. Here, too, were the same noble pines for forest. It was a full hour's climb to the summit, where we found a pretty brook tumbling over ledge after ledge into deep round basins of purest water.
There are a great many to the left of the trail. "Then the scalp told her, 'Crawl into a rabbit-hole under the tree. You know the hole, don't you?" I said yes to this query also. Around Cochiti there are perhaps hundreds of rabbit-burrows; and it might have been one of those, although after a full century a rabbit's hole is not supposed to be apparent.
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