Arizona republican., 1901-02-04

yet, the Indian ia a man, that is to say, an epic. God made hirn and he dld not start him In life unequipped. God new CT Yet marooned soul The Indian Is endowed at birth with all the attributes of nobility. His physical life Is devel- oped. In athletics he is the white mans peer, In sense development he Is supe- rior. This development was necessary to life and comfort. But the soul sleep eth"
 Like a blanket the night had fallen. The stars came out In ones. twos and myrlads. decorating the heavens. The stiffness could be felt. The air seemed full of spirits. crowdlng. beckoning, ccunsellng. Far below sang the hap py cataract in sweet content. Above ! were grim statues that personated the minds imagery.
 You are optimistic. professor. You do not know the Indian 30 well as I. You have not seen so much of him. Come with me tomorrow and I'll show you the real article. The old Indian Ia q relic, a fossil. parchment. He Is a mummy from the tomb of the past. He Is of Interest to us only in so far as we can glean through him an Idea of his time and past. am not one to go into ecstacies of thrilling horror OCT Lae treatment of the red man. His fate was self invited. Fate does not in- trude. He Is a dog that does our bid- ! ding. The Indians revolution proved their evolution. For every wrong done him the Indian has scalp: for every crime he fertilized the soil with pale face blood: for every bullet he swapped an arrow: for every gal!ows q burning stake. There are two sides to a story | Let Ramona lament,-her walls of de- | spair are drowned in the dirge yelling from the broken hearts of paleface widows. Let the Seminole reply. He Is answered by eloquent deso!ation. by the ghost of presperity, hy the specter of joy. They have suffered, bat has the paleface no cause for complaint?" | Aye; much cause, Jack. But let us | drop a tear on the lonely grave of the paleface. and offer prayer OCT the bier Of the red man, and leave judge ment to God"
 ''Tre old Isdian Is a sphinx" con- l tlnued Jack. "He Is the fourteenth century sneering at the nineteenth. He Is self-satisfactlon embalmed, an | eclipse on the sun of progress a cloud OCT the moon of civilization. He stands In the way of the chariot of progress until pushed aside. then skins along In pursuit of the revolving wheels snapplng and snarllng in vcromous ac. rlmony. like some ill-conditioned cur
 What he was in the beginning he Is now and ever will be-"
 "I am sorry cannot agree with you Jack. and marvel at your heat. am not a pesslmist: if I were and had tc entertain my own thoughts I'd be ashamed of my guests. Yet I know from past experience we're living in g l pssslm!stic age. Skepsicism isr.ding the intellects of men to the hounds Of friv- olity. Emphatic statement Is counted I wisdom. and fogic is multitudinous phrase, Men of Llliputlan caliber arc | striving to rule the universe by the au. dacity of their claims and their bold. ness of speech. They thunder and VIC quake; they roar. and we tremble; they assert, and we admit. They assure lis the grave Is the urn for the ashes oi hope. and we immediately feel tn, l ghoul's sharp teeth: they tell us an era of truth Is but an irridescent dream
 beautiful hope a pagan myth. faith ar illus.ve phosphoresceuce and we meek. | ly bow the knee to Baal and snap tho servile chains of ignorance on the an. kles of progress. Jack. what a pitifu
 slavery Is the bondage of the brain
 Methlnks I can catch the hoarse. iron ical chuckle of old Father Time. as hi.
 palsied fingers tremblingiy turn back the yellow leaves of the scroll of ages that we. of this boasted nineteenth cen.
 tury of enlightenment may compare ourselves with the times called dark. | q tell you Jack. there Is nothing i'm, | possible with God: and few things i'm. | possible with man. I do not believe l there ever was child born sane wht could not be made, genius. Genius 1!
 not born. 1t Is developed, God Is mol
 partial. neither Is he a paddler of am
 bilious wares. Genius Is but the bralr l on fire. and all that is required Is some | one capable of, collecting and arrang.
 ing the fagots and applying the torch.
 Tt Is not enough to deve.0p the brain It Is not sufficient to perfect thu brawn. The man should be formed tt stand alone"
 Jack was silent but I could see hs was not convinced.
 "We are both prejudiced, think
 professor" he said, turning to me and
 laying his hand on my shoulder, in tht l sweet. carressing way he had. "Yor 1 are as much prejudiced in their favol
 as am against them. There is. nc
 doubt. middle ground. Eut l have seen so much of them--of their cussed.
 ness. as the boys gay. Ie lived witf them. camped. hunted and rode witf them. and I've found them untruthful unreliable and indolent."
 "No doub. the Indian is as you de. scribe him. Jack. But you give us the
 effect, while I am striving to locate the cause. If the cause os the present 1 indifferent development of the red mar can be ascertained and removed, ther
 we have won a point. Man. as the
 hlghes. product of evolution, Is an ex' | tremely complex problem and difficult to understand We boast that all mer are created equal; the white babe :, deserves no more credit than the red ol
 black for making its squalllng. terres' tial salutatory. But this highly un' natural condition exists for day ant vanishes like sigh that is spent.
 "The difference lies in the degree ol soul-development possessed by each Ivx tS, A,,t ftrI tot.