men, animals and all the treasure except 
the gold. This they spared because it 
was sacred and was used in the rites of 
their worshipers below. Thus it was that 
in the year 1811, only one hundred and 
thirty eight years ago, another Mexican 
traveler found many, many nuggets of 
pure gold scattered along an obscure and 
ancient game trail that lead straight 
toward the south and no gold, other than 
that of Huajatolla, has ever been found 
any where near that place. Through the 
centuries the ancient cities and mines 
of the Spanish Peaks have vanished. 
Rock slides in summer - avalanches in 
winter have erased all traces of them, 
perhaps forever. But today, as through 
the centuries gone by, men are looking 
to Huajatolla for treasure. Even the 
great White Father in Washington is 
looking to the Land of Huajatolla for 
there vast acreages are being prospected 
for vanadium and uranium the basic ores 
from which come the elements of atomic 
energy. The world has entered a new 
era, the atomic age. We are now in the 
year 5 of that age. Some of the terrible 
destructive potentialities of atomic 
energy have been demonstrated. We are 
told its potential power for good is 
vast beyond the imagination of the 
peoples of today. This country, our 
country, which wars only for peace, is — 
the only one in all the world to which 
the secrets of the atom are known. The 
peoples of the world look toward us, 
not without some awe and fear and won- 
derment. Which is the greater wonder- 
ments, those of the peoples of today 
or those of the ancients who lived on 
Huajatolla? One has but to believe that 
which has been written, and he will 
know in his heart that from the earth 
that is the flesh of Huajatolla, some- 
time, someday will come in bounteous 
quantities the stuff of the atom, And he 
will know in his heart that Huajatolla 
will comfort and nurture the infant 
atomic age for the Spanish Peaks - The 
Land of Huajatolla is a wondrous land, 
the land where the earth and the heavens 
meet. He, who believes that which has 
been written knows well that this will 
be so because, in the primitive words 
of the ancient language of the Indians — 
wko called at thus by command of the very 
Gods who dwelt thereon - this is the 
WAH Hah toy-ah (Breasts of the World). 
Written for Coor!s "COLORFUL COLORADO" 
radio series by Mr. Ralpf C. Taylor 
Editor, Pueblo Star Journal. 
All rights reserved. 
