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Sprague, 
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BREWER’S MARKET 
WALTER P. BREWER, Prop. 
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Fruit and Berries 
Best 
The Quality 
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(eats and Provisions 
Orders will 
Morning 
be Collected Every 
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Gardener and Florist 
Roses, Herbaceous and Budding Plants 
Cut Flowers and Greenhouse Products 
Work. 
Beverly Farms 
for Decoartions and Funeral 
Hale Street 
A TRIP THROUGH THE 
NAVAJO LAND 
(Continued from page 10) 
coffee. The Indian readily (by signs) 
gave us the cedar wood, and for an 
hour I sat under a blanket and sized 
up the domestic relations of this 
wanderer of the reserve—and let it 
drizzle. 
A hogan is about 7x7, only round. 
It is teepe-shaped. The Big Indian 
cuts the longest cedar poles the lo- 
cality affords; puts the tops together 
and shovels the ’dobie dirt over it all. 
The size of the home depends on the 
length of the cedar growth, and the 
length of the brush depends on the 
particular location of the reservation. 
The squaw does the most of the work. 
Sometimes a smoke hole is left at the 
peak of the house, but usually it is 
more convenient, and involves less of 
labor, to build the fire outside, giving 
the entire interior to parlor, sitting 
room, billiard room, kitchen, etc. 
There was the buck, squaw, and six 
kids, ranging from about two years 
to fourteen. When the winter comes 
on I wondered where they were all 
stowed away—but that was their busi- 
ness. I could not see a thing inside 
the hogan but an iron pot or two, a 
few robes, saddle, some skins hanging, 
and a few odds and ends, 
J. B. Dow John H. Cheever ; 
JAS. B. DOW & CO 
| Coal and Wood 
We are. now prepared to deliver 
coal at short notice to all parts of 
Manchester and Beverly Farms. 
Seach Street Hale Street 
Manchester Beverly Farms 
The papooses gathered around and 
watched us open the canned goods, 
but Mr. and Mrs. Indian, despite the 
rain, went a few rods away and sat 
it out—and any time I thought they 
were looking at us, they weren’t. The 
squaw was bareheaded (they all are) 
and she wore a sort of a jacket, re- 
sembling a summer shirt-waist. Aside 
from this and a blanket she might 
have had on much or little, but my 
guess was little. A half dozen dogs 
growled at us and a mixed bunch of 
goats and sheep gathered around, no 
doubt smelling the salt of our supper. 
We did. not ask for all night accom- 
modations, but shoved along. 
I saw a squaw, probably 50 years 
old, trudging along with a keg of 
drinking water at her back, while her 
lord followed, smoking a cigarette. 
The cask held 25 gals., and I know 
she had carried it for at least a half 
dozen miles, for there was the last 
wet place, and where we filled our 
water bags. The Mrs. Indian carried 
the weight from a band over her fore- 
head, the cask resting on her back. 
Any of you ladies who read this 
want to go. back to the simple life? 
Splendid opportunity down here in 
Arizona to start in. 
Nearly every writer of Arizona and 
nearly every person who has visited 
the territory, will tell you it is a dried 
up, barren waste, where it forgot to 
rain about Columbus’ time, and has 
never thought of it since. I have 
been down here several times, and 
never found any direct evidence on 
which to change history. 
But 1 was never here in September 
before, and I want to give it out as 
real new history that you can get 
more variety of climate on a 1913 
September day than any spot on Un- 
cle Sam’s claim to this ball of mud. 
In twenty-four hours I have seen, 
and realized the four seasons of the 
year, summer, fall, winter and spring. 
Coming out of the shut-in, but 
beautiful, Bonita canyon, I thought I 
never would get a breath that would 
do any good, The sun beat down into 
this ravine something awful in its 
heat, and we simply looked at each 
other and wondered who could stand 
it the longest. 
And when we came out at the head 
a blast of wind and hail struck us 
that made us hunt our blankets in two 
minutes. Just a handful of clouds to 
the north of us, but you could see the 
streaks of white hail. It covered 
but a small area, but it was the real 
change. That night, it had cleared 
and the moisture and cooled atmos- 
phere was all that one could ask balmy 
spring to get together. And before 
morning there was a killing frost that 
made our blankets too thin, and made 
us crawl out and light a fire. 
As nearly as I can figure it out 
commencing with about September 10 
it does sometimes rain in some parts 
of Arizona, but I can’t figure it out 
WHY it does or should. Nature 
must have forgotten it’s schedule? It 
doesn’t do any good, for the reason 
that ‘at this time of year, after Sep- 
tember, even the glaring, awful heat 
of the sun can’t offset the high ele- 
vation, about 14,000 feet at Chinn 
Lee, and as fast as the moisture 
breeds a mouthful of grass for a 
goat, a killing frost beats the goat to 
it. 
It doesn’t rain when it should in 
Arizona. If it did there would be 
less snakes and more society, which 
is true of another locality you may be 
able to think of, 
This letter starts and ends at Chinn 
Lee. Next week will tell you some- 
thing about that wonderful canyon 
where some sort of men lived, died 
and passed away before Spain and 
Mr. C. Columbus ever got uneasy. 
The pessimist’s idea of a good time 
is to sit down and think about the 
good times he might have had, 
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