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Title: Among the Pueblo Indians
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Eickemeyer, Carl Eickemeyer, Lilian Westcott, joint author
Subjects: Pueblo Indians
Publisher: New York, The Merriam company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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lf a mile from town. Realizing that the horses would never reach SantaFe at this rate, Juan went to a little house, next morn-ing, near the roadside, a short distance up the caiion,to see if he could procure a horse to take the place ofour old black, which was nearly played out. He re-turned with the information that the people, whowere Mexicans, would give us no assistance, althoughthey had several horses grazing near the house.However, they told him that an American familylived a little way back from the road, over the hill.Trusting they would help us out, we walked in thedirection named, and found a small cottage in amongthe trees. It was the home of one of the Waldominers, who, being out of work, was glad to be ofassistance to us. He hitched his team of sturdy mus-tangs to the wagon, and, Avith the wrecks tied on be-hind, the journey was continued up the cafion, whichbecame narrower and steeper as we proceeded up themountain. The mustangs did good pulling over this, one of the 130
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Xlfc at Santo 5)onuni)o. worst stretches of road in the country, and we realizedthat the chani;e had lieen made none tf)() soon, forthe cripples, beiny^ iinal)le to keep up with the mus-tangs, began to hang back. vSeeing that this was in-terfering with our progress, Juan cut the ropes andled them up more slowly. At the top of the hill itwas found the black horse could go no further. vSo,tying him to a cedar tree near by, we left him, ourdriver promising to get the animal on his returnnext day and eare for him until sent for by theowner. Through Carmensville, a once prosperous but nowdeserted village, we passed. It was a desolate-look-ing place, its buildings gradually crumbling awa)^ byexposure to the elements and from want of repair. From the top of the hill the old town of vSanta Fe,our starting-point, was visible across the plain manymiles away. The place appeared like a small dot atthe foot of the mountains, and, looking toward it fromour position on the hilltop, the winding road

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