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MESA FOLK OF HOPILAXD 217
angrily, firing as a parting shot, ' ' Go away ; you are
very bad ! ' '
It is scarcely necessary to say that the next day,
bright and early, witnessed the exodus of all strangers
from that quiet valley near the Middle Mesa. Nashi-
hiptuwa, clad in his natural wrinkled bronze costume,
was hoeing in his bean patch, looking neither to the
right nor to the left.