466 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



chasm of nearly half a century and enabled me 

 to call him by name. 



A few days ago a hardy automobilist who had 

 driven the car containing his wife and himself 

 over the impossible Gulf Road between the 

 Ashokan Dam and Peekamose, paused at my 

 home to inquire where a starving pilgrim might 

 find food. I suggested a twenty-mile run to the 

 Yama Farms Inn where my friend Frank Sea- 

 man entertains tramps at a hundred dollars a 

 minute. In the chat that followed I learned of 

 adventures of my new friends among the Indians 

 on the Arizona plains, with which I was familiar. 

 I was keeping bachelor's hall for a week, but I 

 divided my luncheon into three parts and there- 

 after showed my guests photographs of Indians 

 and scenes which were familiar to them, includ- 

 ing the very place on the Little Colorado River 

 where the quicksands had caught them. They 

 made the afternoon memorable to me and a few 

 days later the mail brought me a copy of "Star 

 Glow and Song" with an inscription that places 

 it among my treasures : 



