Agnes C. Laut
Through Our Unknown Southwest
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066208660
Table of Contents
THE NATIONAL FORESTS, A SUMMER PLAYGROUND FOR THE PEOPLE
AMONG THE NATIONAL FORESTS OF THE SOUTHWEST
THROUGH THE PECOS NATIONAL FORESTS OF NEW MEXICO
THE CITY OF THE DEAD IN FRIJOLES CAÑON
ACROSS THE PAINTED DESERT THROUGH NAVAJO LAND
ACROSS THE PAINTED DESERT THROUGH NAVAJO LAND (continued)
THE GRAND CAÑON AND PETRIFIED FORESTS
THE GOVERNOR'S PALACE OF SANTA FE
THE GOVERNOR'S PALACE OF SANTA FE (Continued)
TAOS, THE PROMISED LAND AND ANCIENT CAPITAL OF THE SOUTHWEST
TAOS, THE MOST ANCIENT CITY IN AMERICA
SAN ANTONIO, THE CAIRO OF AMERICA
SAN XAVIER DEL BAC MISSION, TUCSON, ARIZONA
THE ILLUSTRATIONS
Cliff dwelling ruins, known as Montezuma Castle, Frontispiece FACING PAGE South House of Frijoles Cañon ii Indian woman making pottery xii Indian girl of Isleta, N. M. xx One way of entering the desert 4 In the Coconino Forest of Arizona 14 Forest ranger fighting a ground fire with his blanket 22 Pueblo boys at play 34 Chili peppers drying outside pueblo dwelling 46 Los Pueblos, Taos, N. M. 56 Entrance to a cliff dwelling 64 Ruins of Frijoles Cañon 74 A Hopi wooing 80 A Hopi weaver 86 A shy little Hopi maid 92 At the water hole on the outskirts of Laguna 96 A handsome Navajo boy 106 The Pueblo of Walpi 122 The Grand Cañon 140 The Governor's Palace at Santa Fe 154 A pool in the Painted Desert 160 Street in Santa Fe 166 Ancient adobe gateway 172 San Ildefonso 180 Taos 188 Over the roofs of Taos 198 A metal worker of Taos 208 A mud house of the Southwest 220 The enchanted Mesa of Acoma 230 Navajo crossing mesa 246 At the Mission of San Xavier 254 A Moki City on a mesa 262
THROUGH OUR UNKNOWN SOUTHWEST
INTRODUCTION
I am sitting in the doorway of a house of the Stone Age—neolithic, paleolithic, troglodytic man—with a roofless city of the dead lying in the valley below and the eagles circling with lonely cries along the yawning caverns of the cliff face above.
My feet rest on the topmost step of a stone stairway worn hip-deep in the rocks of eternity by the moccasined tread of foot-prints that run back, not to AD or BC, but to those post-glacial æons when the advances and recessions of an ice invasion from the Poles left seas where now are deserts; when giant sequoia forests were swept under the sands by the flood waters,