About eighty miles from the main line of the Santa Fe and well into the edge of the Arizona desert are the seven isolated villages of the Hopi Indians, built on the summit of almost inaccessible mesas. They are remarkable in appearance, set upon dizzy sites, with quaint terraced houses of stone and adobe, and queer little corrals for the animals in nooks and angles of the cliffs. The Hopi men weave blankets, squaw dresses, and sashes. The women are the home builders and home owners. There is nothing incongruous in these things to them. They are part of the "way of the old" handed down to them by their forefathers.