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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Can we reach a place from where we can read the brands on the horses?" Drew asked. Trinfan questioned the Pima. "Sí. But you can not go there by day. You must go in at dusk, wait out the night, and then see what you could in the early morning. Leave before sunup. Otherwise the watchers may be able to locate you. He says"—Trinfan smiled—"that he could go at high noon and would not be seen.
During this period of probation a man ought not to see fire, but should this have happened, he must strike a light with flint and steel, whereby the evil that would otherwise have ensued will be obviated." During the sixteen days that a Pima Indian is undergoing purification for killing an Apache he may not see a blazing fire.
As he reached the region where the wilderness began just past the Pima country he felt downhearted, "for, although the reports were very fine about what was ahead, there was nobody who had seen it except the Indians who went with the negro, and these had already been caught in some lies." Meeting with Indians.
Lennon came to a panting halt and stared about in frank surprise. He had fully expected to see the limp form of a dead Apache lying on the rocks. The girl sprang past him into a niche of the crag and bent to pick up a cartridge shell. "A thirty-two," she said. "Same calibre as my rifle.... And look at this track Apache-made moccasin. Easy to tell the print from that of a Pima or Moqui."
The sheriff's a square man; he'll treat you right; you'll have a chance to get shut of that insomnia, and right here's the safest place in Pima County for you. I want a letter to that cousin of yours in Abingdon." "'Tisn't Abingdon it's Vesper. And I'm not particularly anxious to tell him that I'm in jail on a felony charge." "Don't want you to tell him or anybody.
Some of the early settlers built boweries of brush under which they rolled their covered wagons, to secure better protection from the pitiless Arizona summer sun, and with no other home for weeks. There were Indian "scares," as elsewhere told, and life was far from comfortable, with occasional crossing of the Gila at flood to secure protection at the more populous Pima.
At the Pima villages one Sunday, I requested the priests to celebrate the mass, and tell the Indians something about God, remembering my own failure in teaching theology. The troops were drawn up, the Indians assembled, and Father Bosco through my interpreter preached the first sermon the Pima Indians ever heard.
This ended the conversation, for the time being, at least, for Jim saw that I was determined in the matter, and he said no more about it. On the day appointed I took my two favorite saddle-horses and rode over to the Pima village. I started very early and arrived at the village about four o'clock in the afternoon.
These trips will give him a general outlook over the Canyon from all the salient near by points on the rim, El Tovar, Yavapai and Grand View on the east, and Maricopa, Hopi, Mohave and Pima west on Hermit Rim Road, and an extensive panorama stretching many miles from the end of the road.
I then rode back to the Pima village. That same night the two young Indians both came home, but they would not say a word while at camp. It seemed that they would not under any consideration have let any of the other Indians know what they were up to, so the next morning when I started home they took their horses and rode with me about two miles.
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