Through Our Unknown Southwest: The Wonderland of the United States—Little Known and Unappreciated—The Home of the Cliff Dweller and the Hopi, the Forest Ranger and the Navajo,—The Lure of the Painted DesertLaut, Agnes C.
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Through Our Unknown Southwest: The Wonderland of the United States—Little Known and Unappreciated—The Home of the Cliff Dweller and the Hopi, the Forest Ranger and the Navajo,—The Lure of the Painted Desert
Laut, Agnes C.
Hopi Indians; Navajo Indians; Southwest, New -- Description and travel
First, there's the steamboat ticket to Europe, about the same price as
or more than the average round trip ticket to the Coast and back;
but--please note, please note well--the agent who sells the steamboat
ticket gets from forty to 100 per cent. bigger commission on it than the
agent who sells the railroad tickets; so the man who is an agent for
Europe can afford to advertise from forty to 100 per cent. more than the
man who sells the purely American ticket.
Secondly, European hotel men are adepts at catering to the lure of the
American sightseer. (Of course they are: it's worth one hundred to two
hundred million dollars to them a year.) In the American West, everybody
is busy. Except for the real estate man, they don't care one iota
whether you come or stay.
Thirdly, when you go to Europe, a thousand hands are thrust out to point
you the way to the interesting places. Incidentally, also, a thousand
hands are thrust out to pick your pocket, or at least relieve it of any
superfluous weight. In our West, who cares a particle what you do; or
who will point you the way? The hotels are expensive and for the most
part located in the most expensive zone--the commercial center. It is
only when you get out of the expense zone away from commercial centers
and railway, that you can live at $1 or $2 a day, or if you have your
own tent at fifty cents a day; but it isn't to the real estate agent's
interests to have you go away from the commercial center or expense
zone. Who is there to tell you what or where to see off the line of heat
and tips? Outside the National Park wardens and National Forest Rangers,
there isn't anyone.
* * * * *
How, then, are you to manage? Frankly, I never knew of either monkeys or
men accomplishing anything except in one way--just going out and doing
it. Choose what you want to see; and go there! The local railroad agent,
the local Forest Ranger, the local ranch house, will tell you the rest;
and naturally, when you go into the wilderness, don't leave all your
courtesy and circumspection and common-sense back in town. Equipped with
those three, you can "See America First," and see it cheaply.
CHAPTER I
THE NATIONAL FORESTS, A SUMMER PLAYGROUND FOR THE PEOPLE
If a health resort and national playground were discovered guaranteed to
kill care, to stab apathy into new life, to enlarge littleness and slay
listlessness and set the human spirit free from the nagging worries and
toil-wear that make you feel like a washed-out rag at the end of a
humdrum year--imagine the stampede of the lame and the halt in body and
spirit; the railroad excursions and reduced fares; the disputations of
the physicians and the rage of the thought-ologists at present coining
money rejuvenating neurotic humanity!
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