"The first we saw of that high-toned tramp war over thar' at our Pecos camp; he war comin' down the Santa Fe Trail astride of a wheel with a crooked tail, a skinnin' along, with a merry song, an' ringin' a little warnin' gong...

"Because of her, we think and create. Because of her, we make songs. Because of her, the designs appear as we weave. Because of her, we tell stories and laugh. We believe in old values and new ideas. Hayoołkáałgo Sisnaajiní bik'ehgo hózhónígo naashá" — Luci Tapahonso, "This Is How They Were...

Apart from the feeling of loneliness which any one in my situation must naturally have experienced, surrounded by stupendous works of nature, which in all their solitary grandeur frowned upon me, and sinking into utter insignificance the miserable mortal who crept beneath their shadow; still...