Nothing, of course.
When the wrong has been done and the tribe reduced to extermination by
inches of starvation, some muckraker will rise and write an article
about it, or some ethnologist a brochure about an exterminated people.
Meantime, the children of the Pimas and Papagoes have not enough to eat
owing to the white man taking all their water. They are the people of
"the Golden Age," "the Morning Glow."

We drove back from Casa Grande by starlight over the antelope plains. I
looked back to the crumbling ruins of the Great House, and its five
compounds, where the men and women and children of the Morning Glow came
to dance and worship according to all the light they had. Its falling
walls and dim traditions and fading outlines seemed typical of the
passing of the race. Why does one people pass and another come?

Christians say that those who fear not God, shall pass away from the
memory of men, forever.

Evolutionists say that those who are not fit, shall not survive.

The Spaniard of the Southwest shrugs his gay shoulders under a tilted
sombrero hat, and says _Quien sabe?_ "Who knows?"

CHAPTER XV

SAN XAVIER DEL BAC MISSION, TUCSON, ARIZONA

It is the Desert. Incense and frankincense, fragrance of roses and resin
of pines, cedar smells smoking in the sunlight, scent the air. Sunrise
comes over the mountain rim in shafts of a chariot wheel; and the
mountains, engirting the Desert round and round, are themselves veiled
in a mist, intangible and shimmering as dreams--a mist shot with the
gold of sunlight; and the air is champagne, ozone, nectar. Except in the
dead heat of midsummer, snow shines opal from the mountain peaks; and in
the outline of yon Tucson Range, the figure of a giant can be seen lying
prone, face to sunlight, face to stars, face to the dews of heaven, as
the faces of god-like races ever are.

You wind round a juniper grove--"cedars of Lebanon," the Old Testament
would call it. There is the silver tinkle of a bell; and the flocks come
down to the watering pools, flocks led by maidens, as in the days of
Rachael and Jacob; and the shepherds--only they call them "herders,"
fight for first place round the water pool, as they did in the days of
Rachael and Jacob. Then, you come to a walled spring where date palms
shade the ground. And the maidens are there, "drawing water from the
well," carrying water in ollas on their heads, bronzed statues of
perfect poise and perfect grace, daughters o