HEN the roving Arazona Indians wish to descend from the mountains and mingle with the something less savage settlers, they first send down a small aged man; if he is slain, they say the loss is not great, and remain in their fastnesses, but if well received, others follow. If this little book should be well received, it is big enough for my purpose; if not, it is big enough for all purposes. These lines were written on the rough edges of the frontier, amid the scenes described, where I have spent all but the last few months of my life. |