rget how similar many of the Indian drawings
are to Oriental work. Then, there is the picture of the supreme woman
deity of the Navajos. Does that recall any Mother of Life in Hindoo
lore? If all ethnologists and archaeologists had founded their studies on
the Indian's own account of himself, rather than their own scrappy
version of what the Indian told them, we should have got somewhere in
our knowledge of the relationships of the human race.

Father Berrard's drawings in color of all known patterns of Navajo
blankets are a gold mine in themselves, and would save the squandering
by Eastern buyers of thousands a year in faked Navajo blankets. Wherever
Father Berrard hears of a new blanket pattern, thither he hies to get a
drawing of it; and on many a fool's errand his quest has taken him. For
instance, he once heard of a wonderful blanket being displayed by a
Flagstaff dealer, with vegetable dyes of "green" in it. Dressing in
disguise, with overcoat collar turned up, the priest went to examine the
alleged wonder. It was a palpable cheat manufactured in the East for the
benefit of gullible tourists.

"Where did your Indians get that vegetable green?" Father Berrard asked
the unsuspecting dealer.

"From frog ponds," answered the store man of a region where water is
scarce as hens' teeth.

Father Berrard has not yet finished his collection of drawings, for the
medicine men will reveal certain secrets only when the moon and stars
are in a certain position; but he vows that when the book is finished
and when he has saved money enough to issue it, his _nom de plume_ shall
be "Frog Pond Green."

If we had been a party of men, we should probably have been put up at
either the Franciscan Mission, or Day's Ranch; but being women we were
conducted a mile farther down the arroyo to Miss Drexel's Mission School
for Indian boys and girls. Here 150 little Navajos come every year, not
to be transformed into white boys and girls, but to be trained inside
and out in cleanliness and uprightness and grace. There are in all
fourteen members of the sisterhood here, much the same type of women in
birth and station and training as the polished nobility that founded the
first religious institutions of New France. Perhaps, because the Jesuit
relations record such a terrible tale of martyrdom, one somehow or other
associates those early Indian missions with religions of a dolorous
cast. Not so here! A happier-faced lot of women and children