| "NAVAJO Country"
.... magic words! For years I had read and heard tales of those wild regions of northern Arizona and southern Utah that are a part of the Western Navajo Indian reservation and the southern Pahute country. Stirring accounts of old John Wetheri11 and his early explorations through an actually unexplored part of the United States, of the wonderful prehistoric cities of the cliff dwellers he found hidden away in remote canyons: Stories of Clyde Kluckhohn's thrilling and finally successful efforts to reach the top of Wild Horse mesa, a great table-land upon which until very recent years no known white man had |
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set foot; how a young artist-adventurer had ridden alone into the broken and
treacherous terrain north of the Rainbow Bridge never to be seen or heard of
again; and of my own two friends who had scaled the broad slopes of Navajo
mountain, become lost at night in a cold and bitter windstorm without food or
blankets. All these stories had made me want more than anything else to see
this wild Indian country for myself. But the opportunity came sooner than I had hoped. Almost before I knew it I found myself a member of a party headed for the great Rainbow Natural Bridge-a party led by |
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