Jim's voice was reproachfully astonished that anyone could be so dense: "Mary, she no got um horse!"
The Indians gathered to see us off. I looked at the faces before me. Even the babies seemed hopeless and helpless. It is a people looking backward down the years with no thought of the morrow.
"Can't you get them to be more hopeful or cheerful? Won't they even try to help themselves?" I asked Wattahomigie in desperation. He sadly shook his head.
"No help," he said; "plenty for today, maybe no tomorrow."
And maybe he's right. Not many more morrows for that doomed tribe.
Chapter X: WHERE THEY DANCE WITH SNAKES[2]
A few days after our visit to Supai, Ranger Fisk dropped in.
"Going to the Snake Dance?" he asked me.