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O the smaU travelers whose
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known, this volume is dedicated,
with the sympathy of one who
has passed that way before, and
the hope that they may be led
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SUGGESTIONS TO TEACHERS
"Hopi the Cliff-Dweller" is designed for children of
the second primary grade. Reading, Language, and Liter-
ature go hand in hand ; one cannot be taught without the
other. It may be used as a basis for language work in
the hands of the teacher, then as a reader in the hands of
Extensive work in language should precede, having
children reproduce orally. Let them express by means of
charcoal or water color, or work out concretely on the sand
When the children have " lived " with these Cliff-
dwellers; when they have learned all about their life and
habits, and can reproduce in substance; then they are pre-
pared to read.
The vocabulary may be found at the back of the book.
All new words should be developed on the blackboard, be-
fore the reading lesson, either by phonics or word-building,
according to the judgment of the teacher.
HOPI THE CLIFF-DWELLEK
HOPI THE CLIFF-DWELLER
Here is a Cliff-dweller.
The Cliff-dwellers were Indians.
They lived hundreds of years ago.
The Cliff-dwellers lived in this country
before Columbus came here.
Would you not like to visit the homes
of the Clifif-dwellers?
They lived in the far West.
The land there has hills like tables.
These high hills are of red sandstone.
The sides of these table-lands are
The sun shines bright and hot on them.
The Cliff-dwellers lived on these cliffs.
The cliffs looked down into canyons.
Canyons are the deep hollows between
There are some very deep hollows.
Many cool springs flow from them.
You may drink from these springs.
The Cliff-dwellers' houses were on the
They also had farms.
The farms were down in the valleys.
But the houses were high up on the
There were no trees near.
The Cliff-dwellers built their houses of
The walls of rock were put together
with a plaster made of mud.
Openings were left in the walls.
Stones were placed against these holes
to keep out enemies.
Hopi was a little Cliff-dweller.
He was an Indian boy.
He had dark skin and coarse, black
His head was flat, because he had been
tied to a board when he was small.
His teeth were hard and white, and
were worn oflf from munching corn.
Hopi's mother hiid him up against the
rocks when he was little.
She pounded the corn for dinner.
His father was often away from home.
He hunted with his bow and arrows.
He wore a shirt woven from strips of
the bark of the basswood tree.
Around his neck was a string of bright-
In winter he wore loose trousers of
buckskin, which came just below his knee.
He wore leggings, too, and moccasins
made of skin.
Hopi had thick, coarse hair.
He made a brush of leaves of stiff grass
He brushed his hair with this brush.
Then he stuck a turkey feather in his
The Cliff-dwellers were not a very
They had very little water.
They sometimes went to far off streams
Hopi's home was built high upon the
It was made of rocks brought from the
sides of the mountains.
The walls of Hopi's home were plastered
His mother plastered these walls.
She left the mark of her palm on the
There were steps cut into the rock.
Long ladders were also used for climb-
ing up and down.
These ladders were made from trees,
which grew far away on the rocky slopes.
With stone axe and knife they chopped
down these trees and trimmed their tops.
They cut cross-pieces and bound them
with green bark.
In Hopi's house there were four rooms
with small, round openings.
At the back was a granary.
This granary was a store-room high up
in a nook of the rocky wall.
Here were the large water jars filled
with water, and bins of corn and beans.
There was no furniture in this house.
There was only a stone bench.
This stone bench was all around the
It was often used for a table.
There were stone boxes, too.
Hopi's father was a potter.
He made oUas, or water jars, from the
He put the jars in the hot sun, and
He painted pictures on them.
He painted them in bright colors.
Hopi's father was a hunter.
He hunted the wild deer, that his
family might have meat.
He hung the deer meat in the store-
He killed the deer with his bow and
He skinned it with a stone knife.
Hopi's father was a warrior.
A warrior is a soldier.
He fought the wild Indians with his
tomahawk of stone.
He had a bow and stone-tipped arrows.
He fought with stone knives and
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Hopi's father was a farmer.
He planted the corn on the rough
mountain sides between the rocks.
He planted the beans in the dirt on
Hopf s father was a weaver.
He wove baskets of dried grass.
He plaited the corn husks which he had
torn into strips.
He made sandals out of them.
He wove shirts from strips of the bass-
Hopi's father herded the turkeys.
Hopi had a turkey for a pet.
He had a blanket made from its
He put a feather in his hair.
Hopi's father made stone arrow heads
and si3ear heads.
He made axes and hammers of stone.
He tied them to wooden handles with
strips of bark.
Hopi'8 mother cooked the dinner.
She gathered an armfnl of cedar twigs.
She took a piece of steel and a flint.
She struck them together to get a
spark of fire.
This spark lighted the brush.
Now she had made the fire.
Hopi's mother cooked in the baskets.
She wove these baskets from dried
She filled the baskets with water.
Then she dropped hot stones into the
The stones made the water hot.
Hopi's mother pounded the corn with a
She mixed the pounded corn with
Then she poured this mixture on a hot
This is the way she made the piki or
Hopi's house had a store-room.
In this store-room was kept the meat.
Bins filled with corn and beans were
The water jars were put in here, too.
Back of this room was a reservoir.
This reservoir was a place sunk in the
rocks for holding water.
When it rained, the water came down
and filled it.
In the dry season it was empty.
The water was used for cooking and
There was a ledge before the door of
This ledge was the yard.
Hopi played hi the yard.
His brother Ninah played with him.
Hopi loved his brother.
His dog Lobo played with them.
Hopi loved his dog.
Lobo was a yellow dog.
He had white spots.
He was a wolf dog.
Let us play we are Cliff-dwellers.
We will build our house of rocks on a
We will plaster the walls with wet clay.
We will plant corn between the rocks
on the hillside.
We will tend the garden.
We will herd the turkeys.
We will plant the grain.
Then we shall be farmers.
Let us make water jars of wet clay.
We can put them in the sun and bake
Then we shall be potters.
Would you like to be a weaver?
We will weave baskets as the Cliff-
We will weave the baskets from the
HOPI IN PEISON
Hopi grew into a large, strong boy.
He was as old as we are — just six
He played on the rocks with his
They played together just as all little
The little Indian boy made strings of
The beads were of many colors.
He wore these beads around his neck.
Hopi and his brother were very happy.
They laughed and talked together in
The Cliff-dwellers spoke the Hopi lan-
They understood each other just as we
do when we talk to one another.
We Avould think their language a very
We could not understand them.
Do you think you would like to string
beads with Hopi on the high cliffs?
Hopi would always greet you by say-
"Lolami" means "Good morning" in
the language of the Cliff-dwellers.
Hopi always said "Lolami" to all
whom he met.
When Hopi was six years old, he and
his brotlier Ninah were playing on the
cliffs outside their rocky house.
They were playing in the door yard on
They were making necklaces out of
They laughed and were very happy.
Their dog Lobo was with them.
All at once the children heard terrible
noises down the cliffs.
The air was full of yells.
The wild Indians had come to fight and
To their home up on the cliff came
the wild Indians.
They scaled the high rocks.
They climbed up the niche stairway,
cut in the side of the cliff.
These wild men had painted faces, with
feathers in their hair, and tomahawks in
The quiet Cliff-dwellers fought with
them, for they had come to kill them.
The war-whoops sounded again and
again, up and down the canyon.
They were all fighting for their lives.
Ilopi's father pushed one wicked Indian
over the ledge.
He fell far down to the bottom of the
deep valley and was killed.
Another Cliff-dweller threw the Indian's
brother like a war club over the ledge, to
lie by the dead Indian.
Before Hopi could think, his mother
rushed out and took him in her arms.
She thrust him into the granary and
put the large stone against the door.
This store-room was at the rear of the
Now, she thought, the wicked Indians
cannot get him.
In the next room, he heard his dear
She screamed when one of the wild
Indians folloAved her to kill her.
Frightened almost to death, little Hopi
scarcely dared to breathe.
He was very much afraid.
What should he do?
Did he hear his mother's voice calling
her boy, "Hopi," "Hopi"?
O why did his mother not come to
He could hear nothing.
All was still, so terribly still, that his
heart gave a jump, then almost stopped
He called "Mother!" "Father!"
Then he called "Indian!" "Anyone!"
No mother's voice answered the little
Where were they?
Had they all been killed?
Poor little Hopi!
He cried until, tired out, he sank upon
the floor, asleep.
He dreamed sweet dreams.
In these dreams he and his brother
Ninah were stringing berries for neck-
His mother was cooking dinner.
His father was down in the valleys
tending the gardens.
At last he awoke.
How long ago it seemed since he had
been a happy little boy, playing on the
He was alone, now, shut up in this
He could not get out.
Against the opening his mother had
put a stone.
This stone was so heavy that he could
not move it.
Happily, for him, in this granary were
corn and beans piled high.
There were boxes of dried meat.
This meat was pomided fine.
Hopf s father had put the meat here.
He had laid it between melted tallow.
There were rolls of piki or paper bread,
which his mother had cooked.
In one corner were hi^ winter leggings
In the reservoir, over the wall, there
Stout wooden pegs were fastened in
Hopi could climb to the top by these
pegs, and reach the small opening above.
This opening led into the reservoir.
Hopi was a very hungry boy.
He ate the piki and buffalo meat.
Then he drank the water that he found
in the water jar.
When he was satisfied, he sat on a pile
of buffalo robes to think.
How strange it was!
Do you not feel sorry for Hopi?
What would you have done?
He knew that his mother and father
must be dead.
If not, they would have come to him.
They would not have left him alone
through the long, dark night.
No sound came to him, yet he listened.
He listened and waited.
Should he cry?
No, he would be brave.
Besides, who could hear him?
But the tears would slip out of the
corners of his eyes.
Down his cheeks they came, faster and
faster, until he cried as hard as he could.
Just then he heard the howl of a wolf.
The wolf was calling to his mate.
Hopi was not afraid.
He felt that he was not alone.
He climbed up to the hole that opened
into the reservoir.
He could see the wolf.
He sat for hours looking across the
He wished he could get out into the
air and sunshine.
The water in the jar was gone.
How could he get any water from tlie
It was so near and yet so far.
He could not reach down to the water.
He would bring the water to him.
He took the leather thongs off the ends
of the meat boxes.
He used one for a rope.
He drew up water in his mug.
In this way he filled the jar.
As the days passed, he looked upon this
room as his home.
He pounded his corn.
He ate it uncooked, as he did not know
how to make a fire.
He sat on one box and used the other
for a table.
One day he heard a noise in the house
He knew it was his dog.
"Lobo! Lobo!" he cried, "Lobo!"
"My dear dog Lobo!"
He was answered by a joyful bark.
The dog ran hither and thither, trying
to reach Hopi.
He ran around the house.
He ran to the shelf of the reservoir.
Hopi climbed up and saw him looking
at him across the water.
He jumped from the hole down into
Oh, how happy they were!
Hopi hugged him, and Lobo barked
Now Hopi was not so lonesome.
Lobo went in and out, bringing Hopi
rabbits to eat.
Hopi talked to him in his own lan-
Lobo understood him.
One day Lobo went away.
He did not come back.
Hopi waited and waited.
No Lobo came back.
Several days and nights followed, but
he did not come.
Poor little Hopi!
He would sit in the opening and watch
the sunlight come and go.
He drew up the water in the basket.
He felt very lonely.
He looked again and again for Lobo.
Where was he?
Had he been killed?
Had he forgotten his little friend
One night an owl flew down into his
He welcomed him gladly.
How happy he was to see some one.
He fed him with pieces of buffalo meat.
They grew to be great friends.
The owl's night is the day, you know.
He can see better at night.
They were happy companions.
When a long time had passed, whom
do you think came to Hopi?
His dog Lobo.
What do you think he brought to Hopi?
His mother's shoe.
He barked and wagged his tail.
Hopi would never know what had hap-
pened to him.
Now Hopi began to notice that the
supply of meat, corn, and beans would
soon be gone.
He must get out of this place or he
The water, too, in the reservoir was
What should he do?
He sat in the opening and looked down
into the reservoir.
A thought seemed to come to him.
Lobo was with him as usual.
He filled the baskets with the few
beans and grains of corn that were left.
He tied the strips of leather on the
All this time, Lobo jumped up and down,
He seemed to understand when Hopi
told him that he was going out into the
world with him.
He ran backwards and forwards.
Hopi threw the leather strips through
the hole into the reservoir.
Then he climbed up and cast a long,
loving glance at the room below.
He felt sorry to leave this room that
had sheltered him so long.
It had been his home for two long
years, although he did not know this, for
he could not keep account of the time.
He, Lobo, and the owl had lived, for the
most part, a pleasant life.
Lobo was calling to him from the cliff
outside the reservoir.
He must go!
He jumped into the reservoir.
What a long jump it was!
But he landed safely on his feet.
He pulled the baskets carefully into the
Now how could he get upon the ledge
that ran around the reservoir?
First, he stood on top of the baskets, but
they all tumbled to the floor.
He looked hard at the straight wall.
Lobo was at his feet barking, talking to
him in his dog language.
Oh! he would get on Lobo's back.
So he stood up on Lobo's back, and
threw the strips over the ledge.
In this way he could pull the baskets
to him when he was on the other side.
He climbed up slowly.
Lobo gave one loud bark.
Hopi was safe!
HOPrS ESCAPE FEOM PRISON
When Hopi was safely upon the ledge,
Lobo jumped up after him.
Hopi pulled up his baskets.
Away these two would now go into the
Hopi had at last made his escape from
his dark prison.
He walked around the house.
He found a stone knife and a ladder.
His father had made this ladder.
He climbed the ladder and went into
the front rooms.
There was nothing to be seen.
Everything was gone.
Hopi was thirsty.
He and Lobo must go in search of
Side by side they climbed up and down
the cliffs and canyons.
How good it was to breathe the fresh
air and walk in the sunshine!
How good it was to be free!
Soon they would go and find Hopi's
Hopi knew that Lobo would surely
How the little boy longed to see her!
They had not gone far, when they spied
the gleam of water.
It was a small stream, which was fed
by a cold spring.
Hopi and Lobo took a refreshing drink.
Hopi then retraced his steps toward his
In another storehouse he found corn,
beans and meat.
He tied the legs of his trousers tightly
around the bottom.
He filled one leg with corn and the other
He bound a piece of deer meat on Lobo's
Lobo had a basket in his mouth.
This basket was for water.
Hopi said "Good-bye" to his old home.
He would go far west and hunt for his
He and Lobo started on the journey.
They drank from the little streams.
They slept together under the stars.
They traveled for many days.
At last they saw houses in the distance.
Lobo barked joyfully.
He tried to tell Hopi something.
Hopi wondered what he meant.
As they approached these houses on
the cliffs, Hopi saw that they looked like
his own that he had left behind.
People came running out to him.
They were his own people.
One woman rushed forward and gath-
ered him to her bosom.
It was his long-lost mother!
She kissed him, and cried, "My son
The wicked Indians had taken his
She had run away from them and
found her people.
They had been driven away from their
They had settled here.
She had often longed for her son Hopi.
She thought he had been killed by the
Now Hopi and Lobo were truly happy.
Hopi told all his people how he had
escaped from prison.
They prepared a great feast for him.
Hopi understood now where I^obo had
been those weeks, when he had missed
him so much.
Now he knew where he had gotten his
Good old Lobo!
How all the people loved him for his
kindness to Hopi!
Do you think Lobo was a good friend?
" Lolami," call the springs among the
" Lolami," gleam the peaches in the sun.
As brown-limbed lads do bravely breast
the swift rills
And merry maidens up the niche
While daring fathers boldly hunt the
And loving mothers weave their
Or happy farmers glean their grain, the
And potters mold their clay before
"Good morning," to the dwellers of the
Fleet morning passing all too soon
And leaving but a memory of the brown
That fought and lived and conquered
in its day.
— Margaret Randolph Jewett
AN INDIAN LEGEND
In the heavens there are seven little
These stars are called the Pleiades.
They look as if they were quite close
Sometimes people call them the Little
The Indians tell a story about these
There were once seven little Indian
boys who were great friends.
Every night they used to come to a
little mound to dance and feast.
They would first eat corn and beans,
and then one of their number would sit
upon the mound and sing, while the others
danced around the mound.
One time they thought they would have
a much grander feast than usual, and
each agreed what he would bring for it.
But their parents would not give them
what they wanted, and the lads met at
the mound without their feast.
The singer took his place and began
his song, while his companions started to
As they danced they forgot their sor-
rows and "their heads and hearts grew
lighter," until at last they flew up into
Their parents saw them as they rose,
and cried out to them to return; but up
and up they went until they were changed
into the seven stars.
Now one of the Pleiades is dimmer
than the rest, and they say that it is the
little singer, who is homesick and pale
because he wants to return, but cannot.
" Lolami "
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