NAVAJO COWBOYS ON THE ROUND-UP 



suggestive of a world-wide canvas rather 

 than of earth. And the Indian hogan, the 

 lone horseman, the cattle herd, all not a 

 part of the plain, of the earth, stand forth 

 in sharp silhouette. Weird and lonely, yes, 

 but there are worse things. 



Queer things have happened in Arizona. 

 Once upon a time a meteor fell from space 

 and landed upon the top of an Arizona 

 mountain. It was so big that the hole where 

 it buried itself is to-day nearly a mile in 

 diameter, and the eighth of a mile deep, 

 while fragments of the meteor weighing half 

 a ton or less were distributed throughout 

 a radius of eight miles. A mining company 

 is to-day sinking shafts in the mountain for 

 the recovery of the iron contained in the 

 great meteor. We clambered into the crater- 



like cavity and wandered over its strange 

 formation so long that when we returned 

 to the surface our train was in sight and our 

 station nine miles distant. But although in 

 sight the train had thirty miles to travel. 

 That is the advantage of the combination 

 of a prairie and a mountain. 



"Whoop!" It was a wild ride, down 

 steep places, over rocks, and through sand, 

 with galloping horses and a springless wagon 

 tossing us about as did Hank Monk the 

 unhappy Greeley. The train made its thirty 

 miles while we made the nine, but we were 

 delivered on time, and as we pulled out of 

 the station there came to our reluctant ears a 

 final exuberant " Whoo-oop ! " from our long- 

 haired young savage, son of the far-away 

 city toward which we were now returning. 



A NAVAJO FAMILY COME TO VISIT THE TRADER 



