The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1917-07-02
AN ARIZONA POILu
Frenchman Makes Interesting
Discovery in Redskins Cabin.
Learns Story Of How Son Of Hopi In
dian Squaw Crossed Great Water
to Fight for His Fathers
People.

It is in order TO sell their products
to passing public that the Hopi In
dams, one of the tribes of Arizona,
the most marked for It's nObleness and
dignity of type, have established at
the station of the Grand canyon
sort of shop, furnished within, as it is
modelled without, after the manner of
their dwellings of the desert. Anatole
lie Braz writes in The Outlook. Cubes
of rough adobe, placed side by side or
superimpOSed one on the other, consti-
tute the abode, and serve as home for
several families who wait here, in the
habitual attitude of taciturn and mel
ancholy disdain, the line of white
visitors.
When l had penetrated into the first
room, dimly lighted by small open
ing high up in the wall, 1t was some
time before / was able to discern in
the half-catacomb light the indistinct
figure of a woman seated on the bare
earth. before screen of vertical
threads, among which her fingers,
moving in and out were weaving the
pattern of a mysterious design.
NV entrance did not cause her to
raise her head. But l disturbed in his
musing an old bronze sachem, who in
Dictated by n gesture collection of OBJ
| jects, more or less rude, ranged on
! shelves the length of one of the walls
| or partitions, while from half open
lips he muttered in English the Gus
| tomary salutation:
you're welcome, sir" which mani
festly to his mind, being interpreted
meant:
"YOu are not worthy, 0 paleface
TO appreciate the work of our hands
but because times are hard for the de
| posed rulers of the prairie we accorC
you nevertheless the privilege to buy
In response to his greeting l had be
| gun to examine the display of articles
when my eye fell on a frame of coloret
straw in which ! perceived the photo
! graph of a soldier. Approaching near
er, exclaimed, in spite of myself:
"God bless me. he is French ~
1t was quite true. There before m,
eyes, in the cabin of a redskin, thou
sands of miles from the battlefield
where at that very moment. no doubt
he was fighting for his country, wa
the picture of one of our soldiers, Il
the uniform of the daring impetuou
Chasseurs Alpins, or it may be of tn
foreign legion. To examine it bettel
l had taken it in my hands.
THE frame alone is for SALE" inter
posed the old Indian, abruptly.
"All right" l said, II will take
But l should like to know how the pi,
ture found its way here"
He motioned toward the woma
weaving.
1T is that of my daughters so
| He has sent it to US from the 9th,
side of the world"
''He is, then, in France" asss
; "Yes."
"How is that?''
"EIis father, a good miner, was boz
In the land of the French. When
, came among us he married tn
: squaw. He died in the desert. B
his spirit having spoken in the bio,
Y of his child, the boy has crossed Il
j.. great water to fight the enemies
c his fathers people"
:, / could not resist the temptation
e take his hand.
Bravo" cried. And that he mig
not be astonished at this Somewh
brusque demonstration, if one cor
suppose that an Indian worthy t
It name ever could be astonished at ar
e thing, + fastened to add: 'For ], t.
y am French" -