The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-06-05


 up, and away the boys and girls traV-
 eled to the measures of 'El Capitan
 march, by circuitous route across the
 plaza to the dining hall.
 The students who had been at work
 in the shops and fields and brickyard
 during the morning had their hours ol
 study and recitations in the afternoon
 while their places were taken by the
 students of the morning. The older
 girls busted themselves at their several
 tasks. Some took off their school-worn dresses and went and worked in the
 kitchens Others took up their sewing
 and knitting. The smallest girls went
 and romped on the grass, and played
 games just as their Caucasian sisters
 would do under the same circumstances.
 In the evening the smaller children
 were marched into their dormtories
 early and put to bed, The older ones
 studied, read newspapers and magazines and drew pictures.
 Very human are these aboriginal chill
 dren at Phoenix. brimming with good
 nature. Little girls went about the col
 lege grounds with their arms tWined
 about one another's backs. The teach
 CTS say that the Indian boys and girls have a fierce, impetuous love for one an- i other. Sometimes for days two black eyed little tots will have such "a love for each other that each is melancholy un- less the other is near. Then suddenly
 some trivial thing will happen and the | love becomes hate. All the officers and
 teachers in the school unite in the opin-
 ion that these descendants of savage warriors are most amenable to disci- l pline. The teacher who is detected in ! any insincerity by her pupils can sel- i dom restore herself in their confidence l On the other hand, there are dozens of 1 pathetic stories illustrative of the devo-
 tion to their teachers of Indian youths
 Indian boys do not possess the germ l of rebellion against law or authority ! like their pale-faeed brothers, As for i the girls, they are copper-colored sweet ness personified. During study hours they sit in school demure and neat in gray uniforms with a red ribbon bow at their throat and another tying their 1 dusky hraids; but when they are not studying, when they are sewing or washing dishes or making b ds or help ing in the kitchen. they wear the fe litlG uullQIldl AlG>S Ol 5Lllt NftI tAli- skirt and are merry and companionable and very interesting. They play bas- ket-ball like other co-eds.
 The love of home that throbs within the Indian girls heart is as great as that felt by any white girl. Long ago Uncle sams Indian school officers req lized how an Indian child, especially girl loves her home. No matter how sdualid. how primitive and poor the cd home in the wigwam CT in the grass hut may be, no matter how naked and dirty and repulsive the crooked, wrinkled- faced old squaw mother or how utterly useless and abandoned the old father may be, the Indian girl never los 8 her desire to be there once more at least for a short visit The rules of the Phoenix school permit occasional visits to the home on the reservation for it would be impossible to conduct the institution without such provision. The boys have love for home also, but it wears away in time by living in the white mans fine buildings, sleeping in good beds and eating pale folks meals. De- caslonally the longing for the freedom of the reservation. the lazy life in the wickiup. seizes an Indian boy or girl in the school, and he or she will escape at the first opportunity. In the spring months, when the memory of early childhood roamings about the reserya- ton comes over them, it is hardest to keep some of the boys from escaping the institution But nowadays the de- mand for admission to the school and the zeal of students to go deeper into | studies is so manifest that few deser- tions of pupils each year are not con sidered serious matter
 Mile Lo seldom gets above her love for her parents, particularly for her squaw mother. Any degree of educa- tion does not make her ashamed of her mother and years of living amid re- finement never make her superior to her birthplace. True, she will probably | never be contented to live in savagery 1 again and she is glad of her education | and refinement but her love for her pa rents makes her sorrowful that they | were not favored as she has been, and | she feels that an injustice has been done her mother especially. Whenever the old squaW mother comes trudging forty | and even sixty and seventy miles from | the reservation over the hot sandy trail | and up the road through Phoenix to see her schoolgirl child, she is always wei comed by Mll4. To. The teachers say | the meeting between the neat, carefully | gowned and attractive Indian school l girl and her repulsive, grimy, odorifer- ous mother is very often touching The old squaW mother may be wrapped in | the traditional blanket, q purple hand | kerchief tied about her walnut, wrin | kled cynical old face, her worn moccas- ins dusty, her gnarled, knotted hands ! eraspine the staff that helps her over | the road her patient, bowed head bear l ing still the burden of the papoose bas ket, where the youngest of the Los Wrigges and sleeps; yet she is received | by her well-dressed, intelligent-faced | daughter with open arms and lips bub- bling over with the love terms learned | in the old familiar tongue which she, ! like others, falls back upon whenever | real emotion seizes her.
 ''But what of the results?" is natu- ral remark at the tale of the wonderful work of converting fierce Apaches into useful men and women. 'It is all very well to educate these Indiana, and to treat them like fine boys and girls, but will they stay educated? Will they not go back to blankets and barbarism?"
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