aders of
both great parties resulted in Congress setting apart, in western
Colorado, a large tract equal to one hundred miles square, to include a
portion of the land on the north side of the Grand River, where it cut
the Park or Gore range, taking in the old Ute trail, the camp in the
willows, the junction of Rock and Toponas Creeks and the high divide
along the edge of Egeria Park, where Jack froze his feet.

The tract of land became by law the National Hunting Ground of the
Blanket Indian, provision being made for the maintaining of the park,
policing, stocking with game and fish, as the same might be killed or
disappear. No white man was to be allowed to hunt or fish under any
circumstances within the domain, no squaw with white man husband and no
descendants of any but full-blooded Indians were to be allowed to take
up residence within its established lines. No cultivation of the soil
for domestic purposes, no harvesting of any crop whatsoever, no
institutions of learning, no mercantile establishments, no Indian agency
to obtain footing, no railroad, no stage line for tourists, no telegraph
or telephone poles and no vehicles of any kind were to be tolerated.
Tourists afoot or on horseback accompanied by an Indian guide, a
resident of the park, could travel and camp, the guide allowed to kill
game or catch fish for his party as food supply, but no game or fish to
be taken from the park. The one exception to all this was the immense
hospital and necessary minor buildings, an ambulance, vehicles and
paraphernalia for conveying disabled persons, supplies for the hospital,
and nurses to and from the nearest railway. All food products, supplies
and clothing were to be obtained outside of the park lines and all
annuities due the Indians were to be paid them at agencies established
without the park.

When the bill making these provisions came before the upper house for a
final vote, a tall, white-haired senator responded to his name and
arose. Pointing with outstretched hand to the gallery, where a group of
aged, wrinkled chiefs congregated about a fair Indian girl, he said, in
part:

"Tardy as this action of the great American people may seem, I think I
echo the sentiments of both friends and foes of this persecuted race
when I raise my voice in their behalf. The foes of the Indian are but
the natural result of broken faith, and while it may be good logic to
say one white man is worth more than all the Indians ever cre