286 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



far from the habitation of a white man were cities 

 with churches and colleges, elevators and electric 

 lights, banks and opera houses. Where then 

 buffalo grazed in herds of thousands and tens of 

 thousands were fields of corn and cotton by the 

 square mile, farmed by white men who leased 

 them from their Indian owners. The wealthy 

 Indian proprietors drove around the country with 

 their families in conveyances of every description, 

 not even excepting an occasional hearse. 



The wildest and most interesting Indian on the 

 plains had been spoiled. My son Julian had 

 gone with me to see the wild Indian of whom I 

 had talked. Civilization had driven him away 

 and we turned toward the setting sun in pursuit 

 of him. We came upon many mongrels but it 

 was not until we reached the hogans of the Nava- 

 jos, in far-away Arizona that we found what we 

 sought. 



