SHOSHONE LAND 



nowed sands, so that some species appear 

 to be extinct. Years of long storms they 

 break so thickly into bloom that no horse 

 treads without crushing them. These 

 years the gullies of the hills are rank with 

 fern and a great tangle of climbing vines. 



Just as the mesa twilights have their 

 vocal note in the love call of the burrow- 

 ing owl, so the desert spring is voiced by 

 the mourning doves. Welcome and sweet 

 they sound in the smoky mornings before 

 breeding time, and where they frequent in 

 any great numbers water is confidently 

 looked for. Still by the springs one finds 

 the cunning brush shelters from which the 

 Shoshones shot arrows at them when the 

 doves came to drink. 



Now as to these same Shoshones there 

 are some who claim that they have no right 

 to the name, which belongs to a more north- 



