The mirror., 1921-08-25

over rocky outcrops and through the sand.
Many times the cry was GAIL out and
pushp Dragging through the treacherous
drifted sands, it taxed the power of the
motor and the pushers behind.
We stop at Cammeron on the Little
Colorado to replenish our water supply
and then on to Tuba. A short distance
from Tuba at Moenkopi, we see large
Hopi house but we do not stop as our trip
for the day must be finished before dark.
Over Coconino Plateau past Castle Butte,
around spur of the Coconino Mountains
we reach Red Lake, trading post-Lake
only in name as the only water we saw
was in an excavated hole at the bottom of
the depression in which the lake was sup
posed to be. On up the Klethla Valley
through Spring Lake where fair supply
of water was found and where we saw
many hogans and cornfelds. On up the
Valley with the great Black Mesa on our
right and the White Mesa on our left, up
through Marsh Pass. We now commence
to descend as here the water divides and
here Sagi Canyon, the gateway to the won
derful country we are to visit, opens to
cur view.
The Canyon is officially named Laguna
Canyon because when Kit Carson and his
invading army were here it. was dotted
with little lakes or lagoons but now all
have disappeared as great deep arroyo
winds down its twisting course.
The Navajo Indian ages ago, named
this Conyon Sagi, which means "Among
the beautiful rocks and beautiful they
are embodying as they do all the colors of
the setting sun. For twelve miles further
on we roll over sandy desert looking in
vain for our destination when much to
our surprise as we coast down a sandy
decline, we come suddenly upon an oasis
in the desert, paradise of trees, grass
and most picturesque home, beautiful
Kayenta was at hand and our weary auto
mobile ride was finished. This ride
though hot and sandy was interesting
throughout.
One incident which left lasting i'm
preston on us was the feat of young
buck. while yet five or six miles away
from Kayenta, young Indian appeared
on his pony galloping along through the
sage brush abreast of us and he kept his
pace notwithstanding our speed which was
IS or 80 miles an hour. Suddenly the boy
urged his pony forward and the pony re-
spending to the call, shot ahead, crossed
our path and disappeared on our right,
the road at this point bearing to the left.
Shortly we dropped down into an ar
roya and as we started diagnolly up the
opposite side, here was the little dare
devil sitting on his pony like General
on paade, beautiful and inspiring sight.
Both pony and. rider knew they were be-
ing admired as they stood there, living
group in bronze.
The Desert is marvel in its solitude
and also in the life which it supports.
Black sage grows wherever sand enough
is collected to cover its roots. Cacti also
Aourished, on what you do not know; but
it grows, and exhibits a wonderful dis
play of beautiful flowers, which glow as
brilliant blotches of red, yellow or white.
The yucca, sending forth great stalks
covered with beautiful white flowers pro-
truding from the desert like white, FROST
covered spar; the greasewood and mes
quite, all live where man can not. Lizards
fit across your path lodging here and
there as you approach, some of them beau
tifully marked-others the color of the
sand. Prairie dogs have their homes
everywhere and you wonder where they
get their food and water. Dodging here
and there they seek their holes into which
they scramble with satisfying squeak,
soon reappearing to bark at the intruder.
Lucky indeed is the traveller who crosses