National Geographic : 1929 Jan
ARIZONA COMES OF AGE Photograph by Edwin L. Wisherd AS IF A PLAYFUL GIANT HAD POKED HIS FINGER THROUGH A HILL: MONUMENT VALLEY In and about the Grand Canyon country, oddly carved rocks, often startling or grotesque in formation, reveal what pranks of sculpture Nature may play. archeologists who delve into her ruins are no longer permitted to ship all their finds to museums back East. "We are grateful for aid in the study of our amazing archeology," said one Ari zonian, "and we are willing to divide our excavated relics of antiquity with those from the East, but unless we check their speed a bit the day will come when there won't be a skeleton, a stone ax, or prehis toric bean pot left in the State." Until Crook and Miles caught Geronimo, most news from Arizona told only of In dian raids. Now that scalps are safe, inter est in Lo is low. But not among tourists. "I sell more pictures of Indians than of anything else," a Phoenix post-card vender confides. Time turns back among the Navajos until one sees life as in Montezuma's day. Small girls parch corn over fragrant juniper fires. Boys, their black hair held back by broad red headbands, tend the goats or gallop about the hogans on their bareback pintos. At handlooms women are weaving. They spin and dye wool, make rugs, and sell to the traders, not for cash, but in return for goods from the traders' country stores. Among the treeclad hills men and boys gather piiion nuts or drag in firewood with a horse and a rope.