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tunas, or prickly pear cactus fruit, before<br />
eating <strong>the</strong>m. (May <strong>Desert</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong><br />
cover.)<br />
This fruit is very palatable, but <strong>the</strong><br />
tiny spines which grow on <strong>the</strong> skin<br />
make it difficult to handle. Apparently<br />
<strong>the</strong> Indians have solved this<br />
problem. The tunas were not ripe at<br />
<strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> our visit to Santa Catarina,<br />
and I did not have <strong>the</strong> opportunity to<br />
see how <strong>the</strong> bag serves as, a spineremover.<br />
I want to learn more about<br />
this utensil and its use.<br />
The Santa Catarinas have only a<br />
meager income — but <strong>the</strong>y are fine<br />
healthy-looking Indians. The men all<br />
have riding horses. They run a few<br />
cattle on <strong>the</strong> range, and do a little<br />
farming in <strong>the</strong> arroyos where <strong>the</strong>re is<br />
moisture. They roast mescal buds and<br />
ga<strong>the</strong>r seeds from some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> native<br />
shrubs. Occasionally <strong>the</strong> men are<br />
given work by Mexican cattle ranchers<br />
in that area, and in <strong>the</strong> fall many <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Indians ride 100 miles to <strong>the</strong> Colorado<br />
delta and pick cotton for Mexican<br />
farmers.<br />
The Mexican government established<br />
a reservation about three miles<br />
square for <strong>the</strong>se Indians — but <strong>the</strong>y<br />
range over <strong>the</strong> <strong>desert</strong> area for miles<br />
without much regard for reservation<br />
lines. At <strong>the</strong> San Miguel camp is a<br />
school house—<strong>the</strong> only building on<br />
<strong>the</strong> reservation made with saw-mill<br />
lumber. But <strong>the</strong>re is no teacher. And<br />
that is <strong>the</strong> only grievance we heard<br />
expressed while we were with <strong>the</strong>se<br />
Indians. They want a teacher for <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
children. The Navajo Indians in <strong>the</strong><br />
United States have a similar complaint.<br />
When I asked Juan about <strong>the</strong>ir religion<br />
he answered, "Maybe little bit<br />
Catholic." The priests seldom visit<br />
this remote village—<strong>the</strong> last time having<br />
been two years ago. Whatever<br />
may have been <strong>the</strong> faults <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir ancestors,<br />
I had <strong>the</strong> feeling that <strong>the</strong>se<br />
unschooled primitives, far removed<br />
from church and law, have worked<br />
out for <strong>the</strong>mselves a code <strong>of</strong> religion<br />
and <strong>of</strong> social and economic intercourse<br />
which is serving <strong>the</strong>m well.<br />
Aries had a big treat for <strong>the</strong>se Indians.<br />
He had loaded a portable generator<br />
in <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> his jalopy, and<br />
taken along a collapsible screen. After<br />
dinner he gave <strong>the</strong> Indians an outdoor<br />
picture show—probably <strong>the</strong> first that<br />
had ever been presented at Santa Catarina.<br />
Many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pictures shown were<br />
<strong>the</strong> 35 mm. Kodachromes taken on<br />
his previous visit to Santa Catarina.<br />
It was a strange experience for <strong>the</strong>se<br />
Indians — to see <strong>the</strong> faces <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
tribesmen on <strong>the</strong> picture screen. The<br />
men smiled and whispered among<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves. The women were less restrained.<br />
They laughed and chattered<br />
in wonder and delight.<br />
This picture program in <strong>the</strong> evening<br />
greatly simplified <strong>the</strong> problem <strong>of</strong> securing<br />
what pictures we wanted <strong>the</strong> next<br />
day. The taboos were all forgotten—<br />
and we took several camera shots <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>ir sacred cemetery. And it is a<br />
sacred place to <strong>the</strong>se Indians. They<br />
have built a strong barbed-wire fence<br />
around it, and <strong>the</strong> graves are well kept<br />
and decorated with flowers and tinsel.<br />
Where <strong>the</strong>y got <strong>the</strong> barbed wire and<br />
tinsel I do not know.<br />
Next morning with Chief Juan and<br />
three <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tribesmen we walked up<br />
<strong>the</strong> hill to where <strong>the</strong> mission had been.<br />
Recently, <strong>the</strong> Indians, in searching for<br />
clay for <strong>the</strong>ir pottery, had unear<strong>the</strong>d<br />
a little kiln which <strong>the</strong>y said had been<br />
used for baking <strong>the</strong> bricks in <strong>the</strong> construction<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mission. Also, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
thought it had been used for smelting<br />
ore from a legendary gold and lead<br />
mine a few miles away.<br />
Judging from <strong>the</strong> dim outlines <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> walls, marked today only by low<br />
ridges <strong>of</strong> earth and scattered stones,<br />
<strong>the</strong> mission quadrangle must have<br />
been about 180 by 225 feet, with three<br />
entrances and a belfry tower in one<br />
corner.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> time North visited <strong>the</strong> site<br />
in 1905 <strong>the</strong> old mission bell was still<br />
<strong>the</strong>re—housed in a little brush shack.<br />
The Indians told us that a few years<br />
ago one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir members got drunk<br />
and sold it to a man in Ensenada.<br />
A considerable part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cemetery<br />
enclosure is unoccupied, <strong>the</strong> recent<br />
burials all being in one end. Time and<br />
rain have levelled <strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> cemetery to a smooth sandy floor.<br />
The Indians say that beneath <strong>the</strong> sand<br />
are <strong>the</strong> graves <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> neophytes buried<br />
here by <strong>the</strong> padres. Also, <strong>the</strong>y believe<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is an underground tomb in which<br />
are <strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> priests who met<br />
death here.<br />
But whatever lies beneath <strong>the</strong> sand<br />
and rocks in that little cemetery is<br />
well guarded—<strong>the</strong>se Indians will tolerate<br />
no intrusion. We did not ask<br />
to go inside <strong>the</strong> enclosure, but with<br />
<strong>the</strong> consent <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chief took several<br />
pictures from an outcropping <strong>of</strong> huge<br />
granite boulders on one side. On this<br />
outcrop I counted 48 grinding holes<br />
in one slab, and 19 in ano<strong>the</strong>r. These<br />
Indians still use stone on stone for<br />
grinding <strong>the</strong>ir meal, but <strong>the</strong>y now have<br />
portable metates in <strong>the</strong>ir huts.<br />
Below <strong>the</strong> cemetery is <strong>the</strong> little<br />
creek from which <strong>the</strong> padres got <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
water. The creek runs dry during <strong>the</strong><br />
summer months, and <strong>the</strong> missionaries<br />
with <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir neophytes built<br />
an earth and stone dam to create a<br />
little reservoir. Part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old dam<br />
is still standing. A portion <strong>of</strong> it washed<br />
away in a cloudburst storm a few<br />
years ago and <strong>the</strong> Indians obtained<br />
nine sacks <strong>of</strong> cement and replaced <strong>the</strong><br />
destroyed section with a stone and<br />
cement wall. A more recent storm cut<br />
through <strong>the</strong> rebuilt dam, where <strong>the</strong><br />
old earth and stone wall joins <strong>the</strong> new<br />
construction—and today <strong>the</strong> dam is<br />
useless. We made up a little fund with<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y could buy more cement.<br />
While we were inspecting <strong>the</strong> dam<br />
one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Indians asked us very seriously<br />
if we could tell <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> name<br />
<strong>of</strong> a water monster which according to<br />
tribal legend came in periodically and<br />
devoured <strong>the</strong>ir ancestors. They even<br />
showed us <strong>the</strong> great boulder where<br />
one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tribesmen at some time in<br />
<strong>the</strong> prehistoric past had slain <strong>the</strong><br />
dragon with a spear.<br />
It was with genuine regret that we<br />
bade goodbye to <strong>the</strong>se people. Their<br />
ancestors may have been ladrones —<br />
but today <strong>the</strong>y have virtues which we<br />
like to find in our neighbors. There<br />
are not many places in <strong>the</strong> civilized<br />
world where <strong>the</strong> buyer sets <strong>the</strong> price<br />
on <strong>the</strong> merchandise he wants.<br />
From Santa Catarina we continued<br />
south 11 miles to <strong>the</strong> Viejo ranch,<br />
which as <strong>the</strong> name indicates, is one <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> early-day cattle camps in this region.<br />
It is operated by Mexicans, who<br />
share <strong>the</strong>ir range with <strong>the</strong> Indians. At<br />
Rancho Viejo we returned again to<br />
<strong>the</strong> Ensenada-San Felipe road. For<br />
30 miles we wound through pinyon,<br />
juniper and shrubs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Upper Sonoran<br />
zone. Then through a narrow<br />
pass we looked down a thousand feet<br />
on a lovely valley carpeted with green<br />
— Valle Trinidad. At one time an<br />
American cattleman, Newt House, operated<br />
this ranch but it has now been<br />
taken over by Mexican ranchers. The<br />
floor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> valley, perhaps ten miles<br />
long and four miles wide, was covered<br />
with a lush growth <strong>of</strong> filaree, and we<br />
saw a well-kept ranch house. It had<br />
<strong>the</strong> appearance <strong>of</strong> a prosperous outfit,<br />
and with such a range it should be,<br />
despite <strong>the</strong> long rough road necessary<br />
to get livestock out to market.<br />
We dropped down a steep grade<br />
over a rock road to <strong>the</strong> floor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
valley and headed eastward toward<br />
<strong>the</strong> Gulf <strong>of</strong> California, now about 50<br />
miles away. To reach <strong>the</strong> coastal plain<br />
<strong>the</strong> road goes through San Matias<br />
Pass—between <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rn end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Sierra Juarez and <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn end <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> San Pedro Martyrs, highest range<br />
on <strong>the</strong> peninsula <strong>of</strong> Baja California.<br />
Somewhere up in <strong>the</strong> timbered country<br />
above Valle Trinidad is <strong>the</strong> San Jose<br />
ranch <strong>of</strong> Mr. and Mrs. Salvador Meling.<br />
{<strong>Desert</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong>, March '51.)<br />
San Matias Pass provides a natural<br />
trade route through <strong>the</strong> great mountain<br />
barrier which forms <strong>the</strong> backbone <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> upper peninsula — giving access<br />
between <strong>the</strong> Pacific and <strong>the</strong> Gulf <strong>of</strong><br />
California. From <strong>the</strong> days <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> padres,<br />
travelers in this region all have<br />
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