But, oh! how solid the housen wuz, how firm the underpinnin'.
There wuz some stun towers and some winders, and oh! how I do wish I could seen what them Old Cliffers looked out on when they rested their arms on the stun winder sills and looked down on the deep valley below.
Children a-lookin' out for pleasure mebby; older ones a-lookin' for Happiness and Ambition like as not, the aged ones a-leanin' their tired arms on the hard stun, while the settin' sun lit up their white locks, and a-lookin' for rest.
The cliffs are a good many colors, and each a good-lookin' one.
One thing struck me in all the housen, and made me think that though the Cliff Dwellers wuz older than Abraham or Moses, yet if I could see some of them female Cliffers I could neighbor with 'em like sisters.
They did love closets so well, and that made 'em so congenial to me.

I never had half closets enough, and I don't believe any woman did if she would tell the truth.
There wuz sights of closets all closed up with good slab doors, some like grave-stuns.
I shouldn't have liked that so well, to had to heave down that heavy slab every time that I wanted a teacup, but mebby they didn't drink tea.
I spoze they kep their strange-lookin' pottery there, and I presoom the wimmen prided themselves on havin' more of them jars than a neighbor female Cliffer did.

Then there are farmin' implements, and sandals, and leggins, and weapons, and baby boards--and didn't I wish that I could ketch sight of one of them babies! The bodies of the dead wuz wrapped in four different winders--first in fine cloth, then a robe of turkey feathers wove with Yucca fibre, then a mattin', and then a wrap made of reeds.
The mummies found wrapped in these grave-clothes are more perfect than any found in Egypt, the hot, dry air of Colorado a-doin' its best to keep folks alive, and then after they are dead, a-keepin' 'em so as long as it can.

There wuz one, a woman with pretty figure, and small hands and feet, and soft, light-colored hair.

What wuz she a-thinkin' on as she done up that fore-top or braided that back hair?
Did any hand ever lay on that soft, shinin' hair in caresses?
I presoom more than like as not there had.