Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-07-28

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NHNAuu tened to the ha-
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education Of the In
dian, and the mar
rowly- expires d
views Of some of the
other members OF Congressman whose
minds seem unable to grasp anything out
side of their own "deestricts' until 1 had
come to the conclusion that the Indian was
a good deal like the zebra, picturesque but
pestiferous; an evil to be exterminated,
like the Russian thistle. In my youth
was devoted admirer of Cooper, and had
formed my ideas Of the aboriginal inhabi-
tants OF this hemisphere on what he wrote
about them. If it is true that the good die
young, mono OF Coopers kind of Indians
are living now, but 1 believe a great deal
In heredity, and naturally supposed that
some of the abnormally good qualities of
Cooper's copper-colored people had come
down to their descendants. Mr.. Holman
and his penny-wise kind of statesmen have
done much to dsabuse my mind of any
such heresy, however and not all the soph-
istry of Helen Hunt jackson could quite
restore my lost faith. after hearing the In
dams reviled and spit upon by the present
Congress.
in fact. made up my mind that The In
dams had no rights tina. white man was
bound to respect, and that they were like
corporations-soulless 1 am still of the
opinion that the Indian is. like the mule
and MIR. Holman. born kicker, but after
seeing him in his lair 1 am inclined to be-
lieve that he has method In his kick. / find
that there is great deal of human nature
in him. which shines out conspicuously, be-
cause ne has never learned to cloak his
"cussedness' under mantle Of deception.
Civilization has done much for him, but IL
has not yet educated him up TO that states
manlike standard of diplomacy which leads
MIN 10 offer the peace pipe to his great
and good friend and stick a knife in that
friends ribs while the pipe is in transitu.
Inc indian may b. great many things
That are not nice. but that kind Of treach-
cry Is not numbered among them.
The ShadONy Past.
Here in the city of the Holy Faith" rs
Santa Fe has been known for more than
three centuries. one has fine opportunities
for studying the Indian and the Indian
question. The city is the oldest seat of
civil and religious government on American
soil. When Caoaza de Baca penetrated the
valley of the Rio Grande in 15SS he found
on the site of Santa Fe fourishing Pueblo
village. The inhabitants were a pastoral
peaceable people, and they had preserved
the history CT d race who had antedated
them so long that the name of the fabulous
civilization is lost in antiquity They were
neither Aztec, nor Indian, nor vet the
mound builders. Some of their houses are
yet standing. and they look fit to stand for
indefinite centuries. One feels on viewing
these ancient structures as though IL pride
in blood and ancient lineage amounts TO
anything, the Indian is the real and only
aristocrat of this country.
II feel though l had walked up In AZ
other world" Rose-n-bloom said as she
skipped over to the window to sit in her
night dress. where she could watch the sun
come up over the mountain peaks, showing
above the fiat roof. 1T is a slice Clipped
out of an old-time story, seems to me-"
cuddlins her knees up under her chin and
nursing them with clasped hands, as she
gazed out into the court yard. II am all
the time expecting Spanish cavalier to
ride up to my window and sing me a song
to the accompaniment of his mandolin"
she Chartered. Then she lifted up her
voice and sang the nearest approach to a
Spanish love song that she knows:
Far Ger the mount1in
Lingering falls the southern moon,
Light Ger the fountain
Breaks the day tco soon"
"See il, Sara! There goes the moon spans
down behind that huge mountain, and the
top OF that eastern range is all aglow with
the first beams of the sun. If l stay here
I'm going to be a sun worshiper, like that
little Indian guide we had yesterday
Wasn't he cute? He talks such delightful
"
of a saint. He says that just before the
sun rises he goes out on the roof and
stands with his hands clasped and says a
PRAYER as the sun begins to peep over the
mountain. That is the religion of his peo-
pie. They believe that some day their god
MonteZuma, will come to deliver them, and
he will ride on the suns chariot right over
the mountains"
Watching the Sam Rise.
Then she sang arother snatch OF "J,ari-
~ eta Ia1 chrial
the middle of the room. crying: my good
ness. Sara! has he Gomez" as some one on
the outside answered her. taking up the re-
frain. But we had a good laugh at her
when Elaine's bright face appeared at the
window, and she perchad herself on the
broad seat outside, while Dorothy came
sauntering down the steps from the roof.
Watching the sun RISE" Rose began,
only to have the words taken from her
mouth by Dorothy and Elaine in unison.
II wouldn't miss the sunrise for any
thing" said Dorothy, she leaned her
cheek against the crumbling wood Of the
window casing. This Is all enchanted
lane to me. 1t could not have been hard to
write Ben Hur in the midst Of surround
ings such as these 1 thought about it as I
was standing up there IN the roof this
morning. The shepherds were tending
their fiocks.' you know, and counted so
many little focks of sheep out on the
mesa and saw others going out from the
fold: dug in the sides of the hills; then
these old houses do not look unlike the
pictures of the houses in the Holy Land"
II have been on the spot where 1t is said
that the Christ was borG,H Elaine remark
ell dreamily as she gazei off over the
mountains, standing in bold outline against
the sun sweeping TAP the eastern heavens
land / have been greatly impressed with
the likeness to this city. The older portions
| mean. Ten years ago, when | was quite
q child We were mere for "a time and when
we visited the Holy Land both my mother
and myself were struck with The similarity
in contour of the country though this is
much rougher and broken thbn the land of
Judea. There is church and a convent
there, called the Convent of the Nativity,
built over the spot where the young child
Law, as the star once stood. and away down
under the convent there is a little chapel
in which thirty-two lamps are always burn
ing. and we i'll common with All who 90
there. oapist or Protestant kncu and said
n little prayer I don't suppose that any
body has the slightest idea that it. is ths :.
Identical spot on which the Manager stood"
she sad br;skly. coming back g the rres-
ent, but somehow there was a glamor
over everything for me in Palestine, and !
was perfectly willing to accept the stories
:hey told me for facts. II Will hurt no enc
you SNOW"
Birthplace of Ben Iur,
You lust ought TO have been with I,s