"His ancestor stormed Cibola and ravaged this whole country.

If these people should hear his name pronounced, and suspect his relationship to their oppressor, they might massacre him." "That was three hundred years ago," smiled the wretch of a lieutenant.
"It doesn't matter," decided Mrs.Stanley.
And so Coronado, thanks to one of his splendid inventions, was not invited up to the pueblo.
The travellers spent the day in resting, in receiving a succession of pleasant, tidy visitors, and in watching the ways of the little community.
The weather was perfect, for while the season was the middle of May, and the latitude that of Algeria and Tunis, they were nearly six thousand feet above the level of the sea, and the isolated butte was wreathed with breezes.

It was delightful to sit or stroll on the landings of the ramparts, and overlook the flourishing landscape near at hand, and the peaceful industry which caused it to bloom.
Along the hillside, amid the terraced gardens of corn, pumpkins, guavas, and peaches, many men and children were at work, with here and there a woman.
The scene had not only its charms, but its marvels.

Besides the grand environment of plateaus and mountains in the distance, there were near at hand freaks of nature such as one might look for in the moon.

Nowhere perhaps has the great water erosion of bygone aeons wrought more grotesquely and fantastically than in the Moqui basin.