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Page 34 text:
lndians kindled,only to die. Before. when-
ever clouds had appeared, the Red Horse
had come in the evening and command-
ed them to vanish. But now, clouds roll-
ed up unmolested by the Red Horse.
With rain on every side, with flowers
and grass appearing all around, vx i,h
green shrubs growing on thence parched
hills, the plains of the Swift Feet people
alone remained unchanged. No drop of
rain tuched the blistering sands, no
winter came to them, although on the
surrounding mountains the snow lay
thick. The plains have been, since then,
what they are now--a desert.
"Slowly the Swift Feet grew in
prosperity and size. Only occaisionally
did the Red Horse show himself in the
West to watch the desert. No longer
did his hoof beats make the earth trem-
ble. But the river did not return, and the
desert remained. And thus did Red
Horse remember and avenge the death
of Firebrand, boy chief of the Swift
Janet Goodwin 722.
I sat alone in the twilight,
When all was silent and still,
And watched the last faint rays of light
Slowly sink behind the hill.
I struck a choral on my guitar,
A melodious silv'ry strain,
Borne on the whispering kreeze afar,
1 heard it echo again.
And as I heard the silv'ry chord,
And while niy thoughts swept on,
It seemed a great rnan's deed and wcrl
Whose greatness goes on and on.
Lightly 1 touched the strings again,
And now a Llaintive wail
Rose to my li et'ning ears and then
Was swept softly down the vale.
"Too sad and longing," was my tk ought,
Sol tried the strings again,
This time the effort that I wrought
Proved not to be in vain.
It was a merry lilting tune
Poured forth in tones so mill,
Like a babbling joyous krook in June,
Or a happy laughing child.
I looked at the shining, twinkling stars,
Laughing in my delight,
And taking my beloved guitar,
Stole out into the night.
Constance Brett 'Z5.
what Glam mr En?
Every year, men go to that country
south of us, Mexico, to take to it that
factor which we have found so necessary
in our constructiong namely, Education.
Many times we have been reminded of
the lack of education and civilization in
that country through its nearness to our
borders and consequent effect on them,
and its many revolutions stirring up pol-
tical and commercial differences.
Mexico is not a disappointment to
the traveler, indeed, it is seldom repre-
sented to be as beautiful as it is or as
full of wonderful resources. It has been
held back by the many revolutions stir-
ring its people and by the upset condition
in which they live. Mexico is a country
which could be of great importance,
and will be, as soon as education has
prevailed. The fact that Mexico is un-
educated shows in every part---its gov-
ernment, its commerce, and its social
life. Where uneducated people are
found, revolutions and general unrest
are bound to occur, hence, the solution
seems to be to educate the people. Here,
however, a problem confronts us. The
Mexicans are not ready to be educated.
They must be prepared for education.
At the present time, their schools are al-
most pitiful in their inferiority, and often
the teachers do not know asmuch as the
pupils. In the cities, such as Vera Cruz
and Mexico City, the educational condi-
tions are better, but in an ordinary Mex-
ican village or town, they are poor in the
extreme. The little town of Salto de Aqua,
situated inland on the Tuleja river, is an
example of the orinary village in Southern
Mexico. Here, a few stucco buildings are
gathered about the jail, which is a low
rembling affair, also of stucco. The jail
is on one side of the main street, with a
small plaza beside it, and opposite it,
is the one store where everything is kept,
from sombreros to "cacao."
This is the extent of the business and
residence districts of Salto de Aqua. The
main street, which is, by the way, the
only street, is a mere path, straggling
from the dense woods behind the build-
ings to the water's edge. Some' towns
boast of a church, but Salto de Aqua is
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Every favor of life was shown him.
But the men of the Swift Feet conquer-
ed, the child chief was captured, and
was to be burned at the stake. When it
was time for the boy's death, an old wom-
an came to the camp and pleaded for a
hearing from the victorious chief, Black
Eagle. Black -Eagle was eager for the
oncoming feast which was to celebrate
the victory, so he waited impatiently for
the old woman to speak.
"She told him that the Red Horse
was displeased and did not wish that
Firebrand should die. She stated fur-
ther that Red Horse desired that the
young chief should be given his freedom,
and promised that in return the Swfit
Feet should become rich and powerful.
. "As Black Eagle listened his heart
was angered within him. Who was the
Red Horse, that he should so command
him, chief of the Swift Feet? He ordered
his men to take the woman to her abode
and strode angrily towards the fire.
"The squaw paused before leaving
him. Lifting a scrawny arm towards
the west, she pointed with a bony finger
to the mounting clouds. 'Lookl Red
Horse is angered. Now will come pover-
ty and destruction to your tribe. Soon
shall it lose all its power, and its fair do-
mains shall wither. Thus decrees the Red
"In the West the Red Horse, never
before seen by the Swift Feet, thunder-
ed swiftly across the grey clouds. His
mane streamed out like fiery banners,
his long tail was like a flame, and his
massive shoulders were clearly outlined
against the pale blue of the evening sky.
Slowly the color faded, and where he had
been was only a gray cloud, but the
thundering of his feet could still be heard.
The sun set, and darkness came, but an
unrest was over the camp, and they did
not go to sleep as usual.
"In the night the hoof-beats were
often heard, and sparks driven from his
feet illuminated the sky. All night long
he marshalled his forces. Often they
rose to look for him, but he was never
"In the middle of the night there
was a low rumbling, sounding like a
herd of not far-off horses running at full
speed. The earth trembled, and all the
country shook. Slowly the noise died,
and again all was calm.
"The next morning no river ran by
the camp. The Red Horse had hidden the
stream. But the rain came down like the
waterfalls of small streams which cross
a broad rock and fall in showers to the
ground delow. Soon they were forced to
leave the plains and retreat to the sides
of the hills, for the plain was turned to,
a broad lake. The green grass was cov-
ered, and the buffalo and deer were driv-
en to the mountain feeding grounds.
"At length the water disappeared,
and the green things sprang up. The
tribe returned to the plains, and was
happy. But soon fear came for there
was no more rain, and day after day the
green withered and died, and turned to
a dull brown. The animals fled. Only
we remained. Every day the sun grew
hotter, and often at sunset was seen the
Red Horse. Soon we were praying to the
Red Horse for rain. The children were
sickened by the heat, and fell as the
leaves in autumn. All became feeble and
"Soon the once beautiful plains were
turned to a place of torture, the sands
brought by the flood blazed in the heat,
no person could cross the desert and
liveg summer and winter the sun shone,
and year by year our tribe dwindled.
4'It was ordained that Black Eagle
should die. The scorching sun of the
Red Horse did its work. It took life, bit
by bit, from Black Eagle, as the fire
had done from Firebrand. At the chief 's
death there was great mourning. The
Swift Feet would have left the plains,but
their feet were no longer swift as of old,
and they could not cross the mountains
with the women and children.
L'Their new chief sought to make
peace with the Red Horse. Soon it made
itsappearance in the evening less fre-
quently and often were the hopes of the
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not large enough for that luxury. Here,
however, one may find a school, the only
one within a radius of many miles. The
classes are held under the shade of the
palm and banana trees of the plaza,
where the little barefoot girls and boys
sit on benches, and read their lessons
aloud, their voices mingling with the
drowsy hum of bees, and the soft "lap,
lap" of the river. The school is divided
into two sections: the boy's and girl's
divisions, with a man and women respect-
ively for teachers. These teachers are
often very ignorant, and Ihave known
cases where the children have stopped
attending school because they have learn-
ed more rapidly than the teachers were
able to teach them. Only the better class
of Mexicans can attend these schools, for
the ordinary peon is bound to his or her
"finca" or plantation. Thus there are
hundreds of children growing up who do
not know what a book is.
The elder generation is an example
of the utter ignorance in which Mexico
is living and still will be living until the
right method to introduce education is
found. They look with wonder on the for-
eigners who travel through the country,
and are utterly ignorant of all save their
own small affairs, and are capable of lit-
tle more. I can remember hearing my fa-
ther, who was manager of a plantation
there, discuss the situation. The Mex-
ican's world is his master's law, his hut,
and his work--picking bananas, curing
rubber, or whatever it may be. He
knows nothing else,and does not wish to
know anything else. He listens with in-
credulous wonder to stories of the out-
side world and in most cases worships his
master as would a faithful dog. The
treachery of the Mexican is not inborn as
many would believe, but arises mainly
from his ignorance. The peon is a mix--
ture of the Spanish and Indian, but is hat-
ed by Spaniards and Indians alike, and
has been a subject of their tyranny for
centuries. The hatred which has develop-
ed through their subjection by foreign-
er's often none too thotful for their wel-
fare, finds an outlet only through treach-
ery, which ignorance aids.
Not knowing what it is to be educat-
ed, the Mexican has no desire to become
so. He is like a little child, and when giv-
en opportunities or honors, boasts over
his fellow men as a child does over a toy
wagon which his neighbors do not
possess. Since the Mexican's life fills
such a small sphere, small things mean
much to him. The possession of a pink
silk "rabosa" has often caused great dis-
aster to a plantation family. I shall
never forget just such an occurence
which upset the finca on which I lived.
I was a very little girl, but I remember
the following incident clearly.
Chrysanthia was the back bone of
the village women. Whenever you saw
her bright-colored dress flash'across the
lane between the houses, you knew accord-
ingly that trouble was coming. With dark
laughing eyes, a wealth of glossy hair,
and a merry laugh, she led the other
members of the village into mischief,
whether it was slyly stealing some goods
or food from the store, or purloining an
extra bit of "aqua dientefl the Mexican
liquor. As I remember this particular oc-
curence, it was on a beautiful drowsy aft-
ernoon with crickets chirping lazily, and a
gentle breeze making the day fairly cool.
Ihad been playing with my dolls, and
was startled to hear loud screams rending
the quiet of the afternoon. Father and
mother hurried to the door, where they
met Chrysanthia and Felicianna, sobbing
aloud and dripping wet. On demanding
the cause for disturbance, peicemeal
they told father the story. Felicianna
had been washing clothes in the stream,
and was not harming anyone, when Chr-
ysanthia had swooped upon her, clutch-
ing her by her long braid, and had fur-
iously dragged her through the water.
Here Chrysanthia in a flood of enraged
tears declared vehemently that Felicianna
had scoffed at her new pink silk rebosa.
Such is the state of the peonls mind.
The care of a plantation is tremendous,
because not only must the manager look
after the plantation. but also after the
petty troubles which often mount to
something critical. The problems are
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