g--getting
heavier, less active, ceasing to shed their fur annually. When they were
set loose in the Wichita Game Resort, they looked up, sniffed the air
from all four quarters, and rambled off to their ancestral pasture
grounds perfectly at home. When the Comanches heard that the buffalo had
come back to the Wichita, the whole tribe moved in a body and camped
outside the fourteen-foot fence. There they stayed for the better part
of a week, the buffalo and the Comanches, silently viewing each other.
It would have been worth Mr. Nature Faker's while to have known their
mutual thoughts.

There is another lie about not holidaying West, which is not only
persistent but cruel. When the worker is a health as well as rest
seeker, he is told that the West does not want him, especially if he is
what is locally called "a lung-er;" and there is just enough truth in
that lie to make it persistent. It is true the consumptive is not wanted
on the beaten trail, in the big general hotel, in the train where other
people want draughts of air, but he can't stand them. On the beaten
trail, he is a danger both to himself and to others--especially if he
hasn't money and may fall a burden on the community; but that is only a
half truth which is usually a lie. Let the other half be known! All
through the West along the backbone of the Rockies, from Montana to
Texas, especially in New Mexico and Arizona, are the tent
cities--communities of health seekers living in half-boarded tents, or
mosquito-wired cabins that can be steam-heated at night. There are
literally thousands of such tent dwellers all through the Rocky Mountain
States; and the cost is as you make it. If you go to a sanitarium tent
city, you will have to pay all the way from $15 to $25 a week for house,
board, nurse, medicine and doctor's attendance; but if you buy your own
portable house and do your own catering, the cost will be just what you
make it. A house will cost $50 to $100; a tent, $10 to $20.

Still another baneful lie that keeps the American from seeing America
first is that our New World West lacks "human interest;" lacks "the
picturesqueness of the shepherds in Spain and Switzerland," for
instance; lacks "the historic marvels" of church and monument and
relic.

If there be any degree in lies, this is the pastmaster of them all. Will
you tell me why "the human interest" of a legend about Dick Turpin's
head festering on Newgate, England, is any greater to Americans th