After That, I Listened With Renewed
Interest To Old Father De Fouri, Who Had Tended And Led His Flock
Of Simple People So Long And So Lovingly.
There was a large painting of Our Lady of Guadaloupe over the
altar - these people firmly believed that she had appeared to
them, on the earth, and so strong was the influence around me
that I began almost to believe it too.
I never missed the Sunday
morning mass, and I fell in easily with the religious
observances.
I read and studied about the old explorers, and I seemed to live
in the time of Cortez and his brave band. I became acquainted
with Adolf Bandelier, who had lived for years in that country,
engaged in research for the American Archaeological Society. I
visited the Indian pueblos, those marvellous structures of adobe,
where live entire tribes, and saw natives who have not changed
their manner of speech or dress since the days when the Spaniards
first penetrated to their curious dwellings, three hundred or
more years ago. I climbed the rickety ladders, by which one
enters these strange dwellings, and bought the great bowls which
these Indians shape in some manner without the assistance of a
potter's wheel, and then bake in their mud ovens.
The pueblo of Tesuque is only nine miles from Santa Fe, and a
pleasant drive, at that; it seemed strange to me that the road
was not lined with tourists. But no, they pass all these wonders
by, in their disinclination to go off the beaten track.
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