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Fairfax, Ok.
Jan. 17, 1917-

My dear M,

Received a letter from you yesterday. In the afternoon I drove over to Gray-horse and saw [[Pa-çi-'do-be?]]. He flatly refused to give the only ritual he knows. He says he will die with it and take it with him to the spirit land. He groaned continually during the conversation as though from pain in the eyes. He has lost his sight and of course cannot do anything. He crawled over to a corner in the room to get something out of a dress suit case. I shall now get my host to recite what he knows. It will be fragmentary but will explain certain things I have already secured. Tomorrow he will go with me to Gray-horse to see Mon-in'-ka-mon-in to try and get something from him. These people do not belong to the peyote class and so cling to the old things with superstitious fear. They ^ [[insert]] try to [[/insert]] make the people believe that the old rites are necessary for their continued life and all should pay to learn the rituals. When one pays for and tries to learn they recite the rituals in such manner as to render them unintelligible. In this way they secure from the people unearned goods. The peyote people have broken away from this and are independent. 

The story I got from my host is quite a romance. It fills a little over three pages of this pad and is a little more than half finished. After I mail this letter I want to go & see [[Zhin-ga'-ga-hi-ge?]] who lives not far from this house. He is the man who conducted the christening at the peyote meeting Saturday morning