Imperial Valley press., 1910-08-13

It is with some dlfndence that
 venture to initiate, in a feeble way
 that intrepid traveller, who went over
 the rim-rock of the valley year or
 so ago, discovered the Pacific ocean
 visited the wild tribes of Long Beach and pushed his explorations even to
 the country of the Santa Barbarians and found that those strange people
 hitherto believed to be mere myths like the two-headed dwarfs of Dark est Africa, really exist But at the risk of being classed with Gulliver,
 Marco Polo and Walter Savage Lan- dor, l have set down, more or less
 clumsily, some of the discoveries have made in the region shown upon the maps as unexplored wilderness.
 After leaving the valley and pass ing through the partially civilized country of the Arizonans, I kept on many suns journey to the eastward, traversing the Great Central Jungle of the continent and escaping from the savages of Chicago with such val uables as I was able to conceal in my shoes, and with a sofari of dark skinned porters, hired at enormous expense to render no service, in ac- cordance with the evil custom of the inhospitable interior, arrived at the Jumping-Off Place on the remotest eastern edge of North America.
 This Jumping Of Place is an is- land of rock large enough to make about twenty ordinary farms, and if it were arable land it probably would support two hundred persons, but it is bleak and barren and the rock has been split by some violent seismic action. or perhaps by erosion, into a labyrinth of deep and narrow can yons, longitudinal and transverse, which are infested by several mill lions of queer creatures somewhat re- sembling the higher forms of tailless apes. These strange anthropoids have acquired the clothes wearing habit and perverted it fantastically and to their great discomfort, burden ing themselves with useless garments even in the most sultry and oppres- sive weather. The females partic- ularly take the childish delight of the lower types of the genus homo in what seems to them to be personal decoration, and affect the most amaz ing and absurd headgear. Some place upon their heads what I took to be inverted foot-tubs, probably obtained from English travellers or perhaps cast upon the shore of the island af- ter the wreck of some ship, while others wear enormous Hat discs like barrel heads. Many of them paint their faces, although less artistically than do the Cocopa bucks, and cover their bodies with gaudy cloth so wrapped about their legs as to make difficult None have attained the dignity. and simplicity of attire that finds it's ultimate expression in the geestring and is so becoming to the belles of Arizona. Possibly the female Islanders are not so built as to present a pleasing appearance in geo. strings.
 These Islanders have honey combed the vertical walls of the canyons with tier upon tier of caves, where they live in layers, being afraid of the open air and sunshine. In the morn ing they swarm out of these holes in the cliffs and rush in hordes through the canyons to one end of the island, where the walls are highest and where great buttes four and five hun dred feet high have been hollowed out for their use during the day There does not appear to be room enough in the cliff dwellings for all the Is- landers, and I should estimate that about a million of them live in un- derground caverns. l observed great swarms of them coming out of holes in the ground in the morning and diving back into the holes at night. by one of the holes of shafts, one hears a deafening roar and rum ble, and I was informed that the bur rowing Islanders pass their time un- in rushing at great speed to and fro in the caverns.
 The most remarkable thing about these creatures is that they seem to take no notice of one another as they tear about the island in their aimless haste. They appear to be total stran-