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great interest to the amateur astronomer as well, for the features mapped are easily visible with even a small telescope.

So important is the work that Kuiper and his colleagues are carrying on in Tucson that he was recently appointed a Research Associate by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. A major result of this appointment is that all photographs received from lunar probes will be transmitted first to the Lunar and PlanetaryLaboratory for analysis and interpretation. The University of Arizona Press will publish the findings of all such research. Thus, the University of Arizona is rapidly becoming one of the leading universities in space research. The vision of Arizona's future that McCormick had in 1865 is being fulfilled in ways of which he could not have dreamed. In less than a century Arizona has shifted its attention from the frontiers of wilderness and Indians to the frontiers of space.

Lord of Beasts The Saga of Buffalo Jones

LORD OF BEASTS-The Saga of Buffalo Jones by Robert Easton and Mackenzie Brown, published by the University of Arizona Press, Tucson, Arizona, 1961, $6.00.

One day a very modest stranger came to visit me. Í knew little about him when he entered my door, but before he left he had entrusted me with a manuscript that was to captivate me completely. It was to keep me up for an entire night reading one of the most thrilling accounts of a life that I have ever encountered. The man was Mackenzie Brown, and the manuscript LORD OF BEASTS. As the cold gray dawn came on and I turned over the final page of the writing, I said, "No wonder Zane Grey became a great writer of Westerns when he had this 'Buffalo' Jones as a beginning point."

I was haunted by the story. And I was determined to bring together the authors and the University of Arizona Press in a joint endeavor. The appearance of the book this fall is the result.

To most Arizonans, who recall him at all, "Buffalo" Jones was the fellow that sometime in the early 1900's brought the buffalo herd into House Rock Valley along with "Uncle Jimmy" Owens. But this is not even a respectable index tab for the story of the life of Charles J. "Buffalo" Jones. His actual life story is more thrilling than anything that the creative genius of a Zane Grey could produce-though Grey's THE LAST OF THE PLAINSMEN did much to capture the vision, spirit and dexterity of one of the most unusual of the then remaining plainsmen of an era vanished.

We shall not attempt here even to summarize the biography that has been produced by Robert Easton and Mackenzie Brown on this fabulous American and Westerner. To do so would be to dim the brightness of a great star shining in a night when the sky is filled with lesser ones. It would fail to present to the reader the accomplishment of this pair of writers who began with the inspiration from a clipping found among some old family letters in California that led them over thousands of miles of the research trail and ultimately into possession of the cherished memoirs of "Buffalo" Jones found stored away, and long forgotten, in an attic of a New Jersey beach cottage.

Within the covers of this volume is a rare combination of eager, comprehensive and exacting research expressed in a lively, authentic and skillful fashion, and with an encompassing and profound "feel" for an era and its gargantuan attainments by rugged individuals. Presented to the reader is not only an accurate account of a legendary character of the past, but there is flesh on the bones and blood in the arteries. He becomes a living, striving, failing and attaining Great. Through these pages one comes to be involved in the realism of a life shared in adventure; driven by ideas worthy of all personal risk; revealing unusual means of accomplishment; and of a dream that can end only when "mortality puts on immortality."

The life of Charles Jesse Jones begins in a log cabin in the then backwoods area of McLean County, Illinois, in 1844. Between that day and his death in Topeka, Kansas, in 1919 he had crowded into one life enough types and varieties of living to satisfy hundreds of the more usual individuals, and tens of even the most adventurous in life. He ran the gamut of the scales beyond any ordinary keyboard and its dominant theme was in the major notes not the minor chords.

Life's trail led him from Illinois to Kansas where he was in turn buffalo hunter, cattleman, town developer, irrigation planner, preserver of the diminishing buffalo herds, breeder and experimenter in developing cattale (a cross between cattle and buffalo), then the seller and exporter of buffalo seeking to maintain a remnant of the vanishing species, arctic explorer, employee of the Na-tional Park Service, importer in turn of buffalo into Arizona's Strip for the further purpose of developing a range herd of cattle, Western plainsman and big game hunter. Later he went to Africa as a game hunter with cow pony and lasso to bring back alive specimens for America's zoos including lion, rhinoceros and even gorilla. He captured the news channels of the world. He had world fame and was the subject of books. His glamour even outshone the feats of his friend the great "Teddy" Roosevelt. But such a prosaic listing can only dull the imagination. One cannot condense this life of more than three quarters of a century-a period bulging with new opportunities and ever moving from primitive frontiers to those of a new industrial giantism-within the scope of a mere review. Nor can one capture the fullness of the dynamic spirit of a great man in a few words. But, believe me, it has been done within the pages of LORD OF BEASTS, and that so superbly that Charles Jesse "Buffalo"

Jones will live on into still another century to give romance to the past and virility to the future. For those who will dare to venture beyond the already "knowns," in the spirit of indefatigable faith in man and his ability to attain and to prove what he believes, led even into the darkest wilds, this record will be inspiring.

Yes, Arizonans can now learn how buffalo came to House Rock Valley, and they will come to have a new respect for the man who brought them. That herd will come to symbolize, if properly understood as a part of a man's dream, a man who was tall and robust in stature among all Westerners and Plainsmen. Mac Schweitzer has beautifully illustrated the volume with her exquisite sketches of wildlife and events of the narrative. Jack Schaefer, the author of SHANE and many other Western stories has authored the preface. This is an authoritative book, fittingly produced, that reads more fascinatingly than the best of Western fiction, that every real Westerner, and those who would be knowledgeable of the West, must read and will desire to possess.

Don't start your reading in the evening unless you are ready to give it the night. Robert Easton is a Californian, raised on a Spanish land grant ranch. To meet him, you'd hardly guess that a Harvard education and a distinguished writing career were already his. It was after working among the modern cattlemen of the coast ranches that he wrote The Happy Man to tell about that life, and since its publication in 1943 it has been chosen for the finest anthologies of Western fiction. The World War and France and Germany and Italy interrupted that promising start but he returned to Texas in the late forties and resumed his writing as editor of the Lampasas Dispatch.

BIOGRAPHIES . CO-AUTHORS

Since then have come many stories for the magazines and anthologies-spun out with a craftsman's skill despite long hours with stockmen and drilling crews to keep his ear and pen tuned to the sounds and talk of men who work close to the earth. He is now a member of the faculty of Santa Barbara City College. Mackeazie Brown first heard of "Buffalo" Jones while punching cattle as a boy in the Bradshaw Mountains of Yavapai County, Arizona. Several years ago, in some family papers, he discovered an interesting document bearing Jones' signature, along with an old New York newspaper clipping. The news item read: JONES ROPES RHINOS ALIVE-FAMOUS WESTERN COWBOY MAKES GOOD WITH LARIAT IN AFRICA-ROOSEVELT OUTDONE. This was an aspect of Jones that Brown had never heard of in Yavapai. He was so intrigued that he showed the material one evening to his neighbor, Bob Easton, who was equally fascinated. Before the men parted that night, they had dreamed up a biography of "Buffalo" Jones, which, after seven years and a few thousand miles of travel to the scenes of Jones' eventful life, has now become a reality.

An historian at the University of California, Santa Barbara, Brown has published, among other writings, a book on an early California family, entitled China Trade Days in California. He is the son of a pioneer physician who moved west from the Nebraska frontier to Nevada and Arizona and finally California. Brown still thinks of Yavapai as home and takes pride in recalling that a relative lies buried on Tombstone's boot hill.

ILLUSTRATOR

Mac Schweitzer was born Mary Alice Cox in Cleveland, Ohio, and her initials provided the nickname which has become the artist's signature. She came out to the Southwest in 1946 and in 1949 illustrated Adele de Leeuw's Blue Ribbons for Meg which became the Junior Literary Guild award book selection for that year.

Since then her painting and drawing have become known across the country. Her work hangs in museums at Boston, Cleveland, Dallas, and San Francisco and she has had one-man shows at Albuquerque, Dallas, and Santa Fe. Many Arizonans have collected Schweitzer paintings, including Secretary of Interior Stewart Udall and Valley Bank President Walter Bimson, who has established a Mac Schweitzer Room in the main bank building in Phoenix. She has done an eighty-foot mural on Indian themes in the Tucson Y.M.C.A.

Mac is married to Arthur White, superintendent of Navajo National Monument at Tonalea, Arizona. Their toddler son, Tom, spent many of his early hours on a Navajo "papoose" board. Mrs. White's other son, Kit, is away at school. The White family's daily life is representative of many of the elements frequent in Schweitzer paintings-rugged Arizona scenes, horses, Indians.

It was on one of Mac's visits to Tucson early in 1961 to arrange for a show of her recent work that she and the University of Arizona Press got together on plans for her illustrations for LORD OF BEASTS.

WRITER OF PREFACE

Jack Schaefer's name is usually linked to Shane, his bestselling 1949 novel which became an award winning motion picture. But his avid readers throughout the world know him also as the author of First Blood, Big Range, The Canyon (all in 1953); The Pioneers, Out West (1955); Company of Cowards (1957); The Kean Land and Other Stories (1959); and Old Ramon (1960).

Born in Cleveland, he spent his boyhood in Ohio and graduated from Oberlin College. After graduste study at Columbia he became a newspaper reporter and editor, writing for the Baltimore SUN and other Eastern papers. He left journalism and devoted himself to his own writing because he "had the perhaps quaint notion that there is no valid reason why material abour the American West cannot be used in the creation of good literature."

When Schaefer agreed to do the foreword to Lord of Beasts he did not then know that the title page theme of the book was quoted from Frederick Jackson Turner's famous essay, The Significance of the Frontier in American History. This same essay, according to Schaefer, was the major influence on his own writing career and led him to look for the deeper currents in the stream of Western pioneer life. He depicts these with a striking prose style that has won him the acclaim of the critics and the intense loyalty of his audiences.

Jack Schaefer lives near Santa Fe, New Mexico.

CHANGELINGS

October walks the river road And I walk close behind her Afraid to wait, for fear too late, I somehow fail to find her.

October walks the river road And once again together We laugh and cling, remembering Changeling hearts and weather.

WORLD WITHOUT END

Here the ephemeral meets the eternalWhere the crisping autumn leaf is blown from the oak That clings to the rock on the Canyon rim And flung below to centuries of stone. The passing here is joined to the everlasting. But which is which?

The leaf, having been life, is always life. The stone, beneath the ceaseless flood of years, At last is only sand. And here the fallen leaf may rest, Fusing with sand in oneness. To welcome the coming seedEphemeral stone and everlasting leaf.

EVENING

In a diaphanous gown of mauve and gold, She pausedThen wrapped a sable cloak about her And took her leave.

WHITE MOUNTAIN RIDGE

I know a ridge where quiet reigns, And aspens' dappled shade Reveals a maze of muted lanes Where deer browse unafraid.

It is a mountain place where wind Blows softly clean and sweet, And every sound comes moccasined On quiet-stepping feet.

I know a ridge where aspens grow Slim trunks as white as chalkA little world where no wheels go, And only wild folk walk.

PRANKSTER

Dawn quietly tiptoes out to wake The sun with a stealthy, cautious shake. Red-faced the sun vainly leaps after Fading echoes of dawns grey laughter.

SUNSET AFTER RAIN

God made the sky into a canvas At sunset after rain, He splashed it with bright red and gold Then melon pink again. Enthralled I watched Him change the colors From orange to blue gray, And then the Master Artist's brush Stroked out the dying day.

Yours sincerely, MORE LAKES:

I found the article, More Lakes for More Fishing, by Charles Neihuis in your August issue extremely interesting and I want to congratulate your State Game Department for long-range planning in providing such recreational areas for Arizonans and visitors alike. This is a valuable lesson for all states to learn: our population is steadily increasing; more of us, and especially retired people, need greater facilities for recreation such as your lakes provide; by providing those facilities such departments as your Game Department is doing us today and in the future a great and invaluable service.

Your article on lakes in your August issue came at the right time for us. We were planning a vacation and the article suggested to us a visit to Woods Canyon Lake near Payson. We had never been up that way. We had a wonderful vacation, got in some good fishing, and found the country and the people wonderful.

and another dam is planned for the Black Canyon site south of Heber. None of these will be "big" lakes but a lot of little lakes can provide a lot of fun and recreation for a lot of people.

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"AUTUMN-SOUTHERN ARIZONA" BY JOSEF MUENCH. 4x5 Linhof camera; Ektachrome; f.14 at 1/25th sec.; 6" Tessar lens; November; late afternoon light. Photograph taken in the San Pedro Valley near St. David. The desert cottonwood trees, a monarch among desert trees, are at their colorful best long after most autumn color has faded from the high country. The rich gold tints of the leaves of these desert trees fill the air with reflected light and make the season one of the brightest in the desert calendar.

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"AUTUMN-NORTH RIM, GRAND CANYON" BY BOB PAYNE. 4x5 Busch Press camera; daylight Ektachrome; f.30 at 1/25th sec.; 210 mm. Symmar (Schneider) lens; early October, mid-afternoon; clear, bright autumn day; Weston meter reading 400; ASA Rating 50. Photograph taken about 8½ miles from Grand Canyon Lodge, near junction of Cape Royal and Point Imperial roads. The photographer explains: "Returning from Point Imperial and after leaving the junction of Point Imperial and Cape Royal roads, you climb up out of a small canyon. It was on this drive up that I spotted this beautiful view. The shot was made into the sun, but by carefully shading the lens and camera, I was able to capture some very brilliant colors."