GOOD-BYE TO ARIZONA 139 



enty-eight years before, of an old New Eng- 

 land family. 



"My oldest child," she said with pride, "is 

 a daughter sixty years old. John is my baby. 

 I have two hundred and three living descend- 

 ants, and one hundred and one great grand- 

 children. That isn't race suicide, is it?" 



Kanab lies just north of the Arizona line, in 

 Kane County, Utah. In crossing the line I had 

 left Arizona behind me, and my trail thence 

 was to carry me through the entire length of 

 Utah, from its southern to its northern bound- 

 ary. In reaching this point we had traversed 

 a full eight hundred miles of Arizona mountain 

 and desert trails and passed through some of 

 the Territory's best game and fish country. In 

 the course of this journey I was impressed with 

 the fact that Arizona's wild game is receiving 

 scant attention and protection. The system of 

 wardenship appeared to me most inadequate. 

 Everywhere men spoke most unreservedly of 

 killing deer and antelope in and out of season, 

 and few had any realization of the necessity of 

 protecting these animals, or possessed any sense 

 of an obligation to respect the game laws. To 

 a certain extent this is perhaps a condition 

 bound to prevail in every sparsely settled 

 region, but the game regions of Arizona could 



