After a silence of about half an hour, during which Bauer had risen,
Clifford appeared in the doorway of the hogan with his usual cheerful
"Good-morning; Sehr gut?"
"Ja, sehr gut," replied Bauer. "When do we start?"
"Right after breakfast."
"How long will it take us to make the trip to Oraibi?"
"Oh, it depends on how often we lose the way. May take two days, may take three."
"Have you been there before?"
"Seen the snake dance five times."
"Is it as wonderful as they say?"
"Is it? I am just as much interested in it now as I was the first time. But the poor devils! Half of 'em don't know what their rigamarole means. And Mr. Masters thinks the government ought to put an end to it. Last time there were over a hundred tourists came up from all over the country and turned Oraibi into a sort of bargain day. The dance confirms 'em in their superstitions. But no mistake it's a wonderful sight to be going on in the U. S."
"Mr. Masters said several parties were going to come this year from
Pittsburgh and New York."