d civilization. It is useless to hope for the
return of those days, and while the children of the forest cannot in one
generation adapt themselves to the ways and habits of industry,
education and social life of their white brethren, the time is not far
distant when the blanket Indian will be as the buffalo, and the noble
red man become a farmer, mechanic or politician.

"The 'home, sweet home' of the people is the place where they spent
their early youth, and no matter where their other years are passed, no
matter what their successes, no matter what their failures, the sweetest
spot on earth is the home of their younger days, to which millions
return and from which millions die far away, but with 'fatherland' a
vision still bright before them."

The last term was at end. Visitors flocked to the old historic town to
witness the commencement exercises and hear Chiquita, the Ute's
daughter, deliver the valedictory. Her father, the aged Yamanatz, was
there with several chiefs in full council robes, and this of itself was
sufficient to draw thousands of the curious. Prominent officials, who
had watched the progress of yoking the savage red maiden of the forest
to her civilized white sister of fashion, occupied front seats on the
platform of the edifice wherein the commencement scenes were enacted.
Interest in the preliminary features seemed to flag, and only desultory
attention greeted the various ones as diplomas were handed out.

Little were the gowned professors and learned LL. D.'s prepared for the
tumultuous wave of approbation which greeted Chiquita as she appeared on
the platform from a side entrance, clad in her native costume of
richly-beaded buckskin, her copper colored face set in a frame of
intensely black hair, which reached to her knees in voluminous braids
from whose ends dangled the "medicine" of the Utes. Words are feeble to
express the transition from darkness to educated light, but there she
stood in primeval beauty, uttering her valedictory in language so
fascinating that not one syllable was lost.

Bouquets were showered upon her, "bravos" rent the air, and, as she
stepped before the dean to receive her sheepskin, with its guarantee
that Chiquita was educated, a smile of profound satisfaction played for
an instant over her marvelously thoughtful face. Then spying Yamanatz
near the platform, she bounded into his arms to receive his blessing,
her filial affection superior to her decorous surroundings.