The New York herald., 1922-01-22


designer of the highly original map.
on the lining paper. We're the hoboes.
There may be some who will smile at
this term being applied to travellers
in touring car, but if the earmarks
of hoboing are not so much the rim |
less hats and protruding toes as al
daring and inquisitive attitude toward
the environment, then it is highly ap-
picable. Long before Bill, the Glacier
Park guide, gives his fiattering opinion
of these two delightful travellers while
introducing them to his friend Curly
the reader is ready to say this of
them, and more:
Girls he (BilD said from his
horse. Girls, this is Curly.
Curly, this is the girls You'll like
them, Curly they amt helpless'"
At New York the two hoboes shipped
their car by boat to Galveston, Tex,
where their journey began. Including
side trips it measured about 1900
miles. Their first stop was at Hous-
ton, where a judge, of the kindly
Southern gentleman variety, fined
them $40 for speeding instead of TIE
customary So After this speeding
was for time rather difficult, Texan
gumbo being of the Consistency OF
modelling clay" At Tucson, Arz
they took the Apache Trail as far as
the Roosevelt Dam, and then went
back to Tucson and back to Deming.
". NJ. at which point they went north
ward along the valley of TIE Rio
Grande, passing through Isleta, Santa
Fe and Taos.
Returning to Isleta, they made a.
winding trail through the northwest
ern part OF New Mexico. the south
eastern part of Utah, where lies the
all but inaccessible Rainbow Bridge,
the southwestern part of Colorado,
the northeastern part of Utah, through
the Yellowstone National Park and
the Glacier National Park. as far as
the Watertown Lakes of Canada.
There they turned east.
In a book abounding as this one
does in descriptive passagessof really
haunting beauty it is impossible to
give more than snatches, which hardly
do justice to the author.
Standing under Natural Bridge. Ari-
iona, the author saw "a tumbling
brown stream declled with white and
tiled with immense porphyry colored
powders of fantastic shapes. Exotic
shrubs of tangly cactus, huge spotted
eucalyptus and frs and myriads of
dainty flowers dress the vestibule.
Pools and stone tubs sculptured by
Father Time invite, oh, how they in
vite to bathe, The floor is speckled
and fieclled with sunlight which filters
under the arch. Great rocks seem to
float on the stream, mysteriously
lighted, like Bocklin's 'Tsland of the
Dead"
The country around Santa Fe calls
for brighter colors. Mature here is in
vermilion mood, and man tops her
gayety with slouching insouciance,
slyblue shirts, and head bands giving
the needed splash of scarlet. Add
skies as blue as spring sun can
stipple them. dash across them blur
of pink apricot bloom, bank them
against cliffs of red-orange, pure gold
where the light strikes It, and grape
warm gray of a pueblo clustered
about skyblue stream. and fringed
yelow-green cottonwoods bordering
It."
The two hoboes were in Santa re
during the Holy Week and so hunted
penitentes," that peculiar sect of
fiagellants of the Southwest. 1--WE
learned that while the members are
uuiescent during the year. committing
whatever laxities of conduct seem
good to them. Holy Week heaps on
them, voluntarily the ashes of bitter
atonement. On Monday they gather
in their morado and enter on a week
OF fasting. ritual and self-inficted
torture. To a few selected by the
high priests of the order is given the
honor-from their point of view-of
taking upon themselves the sins of all.
They endure incredible torment; some
lie on beds of cactus the entire week,
others wear the deadly cholld bound
on their backs or inserted under the
flesh"
The elimination of the whole affair
came on Good Friday
"rThe saints in the whitewashed
church had been dressed for the oc-
casion in new ribbons and laces. On
low wheeled platform stood crudely
painted figure OF Christ, His eyes BAN
daged with the pathetic purpose OF
saving Him from the sight of the
agony to come to His followers. With
Him were other figures-one, | think.
was Judas with his bag of silver and
mean grimace. Soon from the morado
came/a short procession uf men and
boys, weak kneed and trembling, clad
cnly In cotton drawers and shirts,
which speedily became ensanguined
from wounds made by His thorns.
They walked with a peculiar swaying
motion, as II their knees were broken.
Three Of them, no more than boys,
bore great crosses of foot square tim
her about twenty feet long. The heavy
ends dragged on the ground. The