CHAPTER XXIV 



THE HAPPY VALLEY 



Very literally were the bridges now burned 

 behind me and a new life opened. I could sing 

 with Browning: 



"Grow old along with me ! 



The best is yet to be, 



The last of life, for which the first was made:" 



The last chapter was to be the best of all. It 

 began with long trips with Julian, who was in 

 the photographic game while I knew many fruit- 

 ful fields for that work. We were interested in 

 the dependent peoples and we visited, studied, 

 and pictured them, from the Navajo, the Hopi 

 or Moqui, and other Pueblo Indians to the 

 Seminoles; and from the latest importations at 

 Ellis Island to the descendants of the victims of 

 the last slave trade shipment to the Sea Islands 

 of South Carolina. We were friends of the 



