The Coconino sun., 1921-09-02

ter to last a decade if they could have stored it.
 For the information of the uninitiat- ed: The snake dance was at Walpi. Eighteen miles by trail this side of Wapli-35 miles by auto road--lies Oraibi. Beyond Walpi is Polacca wash. This side of Walpi is Walpi wash. Half way back to Oraibi is Wepo wash. Just the other side of Oraibi is Oraibi wash. Then there are numerous other lesser washes.
 Polacca wash headed off big lot of cars from the east. A cable was strung across, a chair hung to it, and lot of people got over to Walpi that way. One fat woman sagged the cable so that she got wash, all right.
 This side of Oraibi wash, at Oraibi, remained more than 50 cars that had headed in for the dance from Flag staff. Then there were a lot more that got through Oraibi wash before it was impossible and had to stop at Wepo wash. Again there were many that got through both Oraibi and Wepo in time, and were stopperd at Walpi wash. So there were four big groups of stranded cars that never got to Walpi, besides numerous others strung all over the desert to the southwest, the south and the south east.
 The Indians at Oraibi formed a trust about the time the big crowd reached there. Heretofore they have always charged $2 to s3 a person for carrying them on to Walpi, IS miles distant over the rough wagon trail. But, unionized, they couldn't do any thing like that any more. Grumbling because they had already let Wm. Walker and couple of others have a wagon and driver at price that net ted them less than $6 head for the round trip, they told the muddy but eager whites the lowest notch thence forth was S20 head. Two men hired ponies for S20 apiece, swan them through the muddy water of the wash and went on their way. Then a middle-aged woman from New York city, using the Embellishments only New Workers are supposed to be adept in, seduced one of the bucks away from his union vows and he let her take his old pony for S10. Then the other Indians fell on the renegade with venom. They damned him up ons side and down the other for break ing prices. He couldn't stand it. He made break for the fair enchantress who had toppled him off his proud union pedestal and threw the S10 at her, demanding back the pony.
 And what did that gently-bred, effete customer do? Did she fall off the pony? She did not! She pulled a wicked-looking gun out of her sto- out of somewhere she had been keep ing it handy, stuck it in the penitent scab's face and told him to go to hell! Then she laIruped the pony, headed kersqunch into the foaming mud and water of the wash, floundered through and finally reached the other side, coughing up clay and late sewerage, triumphant but sadly needing the ser vices of a scrub-woman, beauty doc tor, costumer and masseuse.
 T came all the way from New York to see this dance," she shouted back, land no red union is going to stop me nor hold me up!"
 It took the combined efforts of F.. A. Marks, agent at Oraibi, and several others to hold the Indian and keep him from following. The frail but spunky female soon caught up with the two men who had started ahead of her and when she got to Walpi that pony was worth just about what he would bring from a soap-grease deal CT. She had to ride mule back; the pany was too near all in.
 Mr. Marks broke up the union af- ter a short time. He imported a lot of scabs from Bacubi, another nearby