Albuquerque evening citizen. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1905-1907, 1905-08-10


to protect the game and increase the
fish in the forests and streams OF New
Mexico. II has recently stocked sew
eral small streams with over 2,0OO,'
600 speckled trout from the hatcher
les of Colorado. The game laws are
being strictly enforced, and New Mex
leo will soon become a fisherman's
paradise.
iona is a little Navajo girl who
loves animals. Mr.. Crandall, superin-
tendent of the Indian school at Santa
Fe. where IONA is being taught do
nestle science and the arts OF civiliza-
ton. told us that she made friends
with all the beasts and fowls and in
sects on the place; that she seemed
to have a hypnotic influence over
horses, COWS. chickens and other liv-
ing creatures: that she handled
snakes without fear or harm, and car
ries beetles around in her pockets;
She "was fairly crazy" he said, for
the company of brute creation. And
yet, he told us, the child had never
owned a pet. She had always been
compelled to love and coddle other
peoples animals.
iona is s years old, a sturdy, square
built, earnest little girl. who steps
firmly in her coarse, little shoes, and
wears a big blue sun bonnet that al
NEST hides her face. Her eyes are
big and round and brown, her skin is
darker than people consider good
taste, and her fingers were very
dirty when we saw her, because the
matron said she had been digging in
the dirt for bugs-a habit they have
not been able to break her Of. Little
| girls, as a rule, do not care for bugs
but iona prefers them for playmates
She is one of two hundred and fifty
Indian girls who attend this school
and they have games like other child
rem. They play with dolls ana fomT
on the grounds, build playhouses and
do almost e%vrything that girls of theil
age do. Children are pretty nearly
all alike-be they white, black or rec
all but iona. She plays witt
the other children, but spends hel
time with the animals about the farm
and wishing for a pet of her own.
When | asked her what kind Of
pet she preferred, she blushed anC
whispered softly:
"A dog or a goat!"
When we drove back to town, Trac,
Simpson of Chicago, a young man o
great energy and determination, start
ed on a relentless hunt for a dog. an
had quite al interesting experience
1t is always his desire to succeed
and on this occasion he was more de
termined than usual. He was bount
to get a pup OF some kind for Zona
whether he bought, begged or stole II
He met some boys on the plaza an,
inquired ii they knew of anyone VIII,
had a dog for sale. They treated hin
with scOrn. He went to the hotel
with no better results he inquired a
several stores and stopped in a news
paper office to examine the adver
tisements. but all in vain. Nobod,
had dogs to sell or give away. The
he dete mined to kidnap one, and, o
course, ran straight up against a pc
liceman. That suggested a possible
alliance, offensive and defensive. an,
In a diplomatic name he began t
inquire as to the number and charaC
ter of the dogs in the city of SAINT;
Fe. The policeman Immediately con
Iessed that he was not posted on tn,
subject, and disclosed the fact tina
the town marshal performed the du
ties of pound master and was author
lied to seize, restrain and, If neces
sary, eXterminate all offensive mem
bers of the dog persuasion, in SAINT.
Fe. MIR. Simpson inquired where tina
important official could be found, and
overtaking him, entered into negotia
tons for the only dog in the pound
1t was a mongrel cur-a maverick
and a stranger in town. The marsha
did not know where he came from, O
why he had come to Santa Fe, bu'
offered to sell him for 50. Mr.. Simp
son thought that was too much, ant
proposed 90 cents for the animal. AT
ter prolonged negotiations a compro
mise was reached. Mr.. Simpson paiC
the marshal a dollar and walked of
with the dog, which he carried to tn,
Indian school and presented to Zona
The young woman was overcome will
joy. She could scarcely realize he.
own happiness.
The next morning Superintendent
Crandall telepnoned that iona was tn,
happiest girl in New Mexico; that sh,
had washed the cur, and combed III
hair, had slept with it, taken 1t t.
the breakfast table in the morning
and had named it Santa Fe Curtis.
WILLIAM e. CURTIS.