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MESA POLK OF HOPILAND               243

                              were productive of no results.  Though the senora
                              might have done worae, who will blame hert Dur
                              ing the years that passed one might think that Wupa
                              would have forgotten his wife on the Rio Grande,
                              but it was always the dream of his life to bring her
                              to him at Walpi.  It was pathetic to hear his schemes
                              and to see the way in which he treasured letters from
                              her written in the scrawl of the town scribe and ad
                              dressed to Sefior Don Jose Padilla, which is Wupa's
                             high-sounding Castilian name. His constancy seemed
                             admirable, for he did not take an Indian wife, granting
                              that he could have secured one of the Hopi belles for
                             spouse.
                                Still, with all this care Wnpa was light-hearted,
                              caroled with abandon Mexican or Hopi songs, or in
                             toned solemn church music. Though a much-traveled
                              man, he remained at his native place, the mainstay of
                             his old mother who sold him aforetime, his father long
                             since having traveled to the underworld. Hopi-Mex-
                              ican, Pagan-Christian, he still occupies a somewhat
                             anomalous position among his people, who have con
                             sistently hated the proud proselyting Spaniards dur
                              ing the more than two hundred years since they threw
                             the "long gowns" from the rocky mesa.
                               About the camp "Wupa was very useful. Mounted
                              on his agile burro, a sight well worth seeing, he
                             brought the mail from Keam's Canyon. He collected
                              wood and water, indulging in many a song and ex
                              clamation.  The cook especially seemed to him a fit
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