Page 255 - TheHopiIndians
P. 255

MESA POLK OF HOPILAND              247

                              that after Toby's watchful care at the camp all the
                              baking powder and matches were missing. Few Hopi
                              are proof against these articles, especially before a
                              feast, and Toby is evidently no exception. He fought
                              shy of camp after that, no doubt fearing a "rounding
                              up."   Perhaps, however, Toby appropriated the
                              matches and baking powder as rent for his "Ian'."
                                Toby is father of a large family. When asked to
                              give a census, he counted on his fingers, "Boy, girl;
                              boy, girl ; boy, ' ' then with great enthusiasm, ' ' Babee ! ' '
                              Toby's command of English is due to the fact that he
                              was the prize pupil of a teacher at the Ream's Canyon
                              School some years ago. He delights to show how he
                              can spell. If no one should ask him to exhibit this
                              accomplishment, he usually brings up the subject by
                              asking, for instance, "How you spell box!" pro
                              nounced "boxsh." If ignorance is professed, Toby
                              spells b-o-x, and follows with dog, cat, man, and other
                              words of one syllable, and proudly finishes by writing
                              his own name in the sand.
                                Toby thus furnishes great amusement to sojourners
                              at Walpi and also leaves the suspicion in the minds
                              of most that he is a trifle "light in the upper story."
                                Another character is "Tom Sawyer," a Paiute In
                              dian who lives with the Peaceful People at the East
                              Mesa. As handsome as a Japanese grotesque mask
                              and almost as taciturn, his gravity seems to have tele
                              scoped his squat figure and multiplied the wrinkles
                              in his face, half hidden by his lank, grizzled hair.
   250   251   252   253   254   255   256   257   258   259   260