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wild clover and alfalfa were lush, forcing Shoog to bound like a springer. He was back and forth, ears flopping, his nose a vacuum cleaner. Maybe he remembered that once in this very meadow a covey of two dozen scaled quail exploded around him, and he vowed never to be surprised again.

But there were no doves, none at all, not even the kind that peep nervously until you are within 50 yards, then break by twos and tens to another corner of the meadow. The storm had sent them south. Not once did I shoot. "If hunting were a simple act of butchery," Conservationist John Madson has written, "there would be few sporthunters today. It is the host of attendantfactors that lift sporthunting beyond mere killing and invest it with an elemental dignity that is unique... As we trudged, dog and man, back up the road in the hot sun, I tried to recall more of Madson's words: "For all his alleged irreverence for life, the hunter has done the most to restore factors that lift sporthunting beyond mere killing and invest it with an elemental dignity that is unique... As we trudged, dog and man, back up the road in the hot sun, I tried to recall more of Madson's words: "For all his alleged irreverence for life, the hunter has done the most to restore

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A man I had never seen or known of before December 24, 1971, came into my office, holding a carton under one arm and a portfolio under the other. Before he told me his name, he had taken a dozen plaques from the carton, and some one hundred photographs from his portfolio and covered my desk top with a mess of animal shapes and faces. Then with a heartwarming smile and a straightforward honest look from his eyes his soft voice told me how he produced the deep relief, marble-like resin base plaques... for educational purposes especially for the blind... so they could feel the form and texture of the animal. His original moulds number more than 100. He sells them only by mail order. At ten dollars each, I wondered how he can possibly break even...The material used was the best, and the evidence of artistic talent undisputable. But this strange, wonderfully gifted man shrugged his big shoulders and wept as he said... "I don't need the money I'd just like for people to buy them to give to some blind person." JOSEPH STACEY His name is Fred W. Kaye. His address: 3954 Agate Street Glen Avon, Riverside, California 92509.

Each plaque measures seven by seven inches square and approximately 11/2 to 2 inches deep.

God! It was good to be alive on such a morning. The pure joy of being stropped the senses. There! A feather from a banded pigeon. There! On owl pellet. There! A bobcat track.

The scent of the cattle tank suggested pollywogs. One realized, as if for the first time, that there is a rising background hum to a forest's awakening. The air teemed hatches of insects under the walnut bowers a bat reeling homeward after an all-night binge the monarch hawk enthroned on a lightning-struck snag.

and sustain today's wildlife populations. Without him, it is unlikely that any effective wildlife conservation programs would exist today. The hunter himself is responsible for the great modern populations of deer, antelope, turkey, pheasant, geese, elk and a host of nongame creatures associated with the wildlife habitat that the hunter has caused."

They were welcome truths. Our branch of the fraternity requires no kill, and if that was Ol' Shoog's last hunt, let the record show it was a beauty; a challenging escape from the pink pillow.

Nature is the living, visible garment of God Goethe

GOODBYE BLUE JAY I used to be a bird watcher, Reluctantly I admit. I'd choose a silvan nook And sit and watch and sit. With a spyglass and a note book And a snooper's probing eye, I'd just keep on sitting there And watch the birds go by. And I found it quite amusing, How silly birds can be, Until I spied a Blue Jay Hilariously watching me. - Harry Golden HANIEL LONG'S BOOK THE POWER WITHIN US In reply to the many requests for information about the availability of the book we are pleased to release the information that the book is published under the author's original title: INTERLINEAR TO CABEZA DE VACA, by Frontier Press, P.O. Box 448, Stewart Street, West Newbury, Mass. 01985. Soft bound $3.00; Hard cover $6.00. This is a special edition designed by Ron Caplan. In other editions in English it has been entitled THE POWER WITHIN US as it continues to be in print in the Encyclopedia Britannica's series. GATEWAY TO GREAT BOOKS, Volume 6.

HOW TO SUBMIT PHOTOGRAPHS TO ARIZONA HIGHWAYS Could you please send me information on how to submit pictures, what is required and other pertinent data. Thank you. Richard Aldis Prescott, Arizona TRAVELER He, who had loved green valleys, only meant To travel through this desert on his way To greener fields. There had been no intent Except to cross the wasteland in a day, But here were godly towers and sunset sand And skies so riotous, his world stood still, And now he keeps returning to this land Because the heart returns, and always will. - Pegasus Buchanan

CORRECTION . . CORRECTION . . CORRECTION On page 27 of our January issue we captioned Tower of the Ancients, Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde National Park, Southeastern Colorado . . . MESA VERDE NATIONAL PARK IS IN SOUTHWESTERN COLORADO. The complete directions about how to get there contained in the four paragraphs above the caption should leave no doubt about its location.

IAIA POEMS FROM OUR JANUARY 1972 MAGAZINE In the January issue of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS, a number of poems written by students at the Institute of American Indian Arts were published, including the stunning "Battle Won Is Lost," by Phil COUNTRY ROAD The road meanders through the woods, along a tiny stream we thought we'd follow it, perhaps we'd find that long-lost dream The road led over rocky points and out on shaky bridges; it left the stream and lured us up all breathless, to hill ridges And then beneath a pasture gate, it gently disappears, no fond farewell, no grief, no pain no parting, sogged with tears Perhaps that is the way a dream should chart its course, too, George, worthy of Siegfried Sassoon. All of these poems are so impressive that I would like to know if they have, or ever will be published, and obtained. Does the Institute publish some kind of poetry or creative writing review? If so can copies be obtained? George B. Crisp Jr., M.D. Atlanta, Georgia The above letter reproduced in part, is typical of the many similar requests we have received about the Indian Arts Institute students' poems. All Anthology publications are presently out of print. Director New is working on aprogram of possible re-issue in the future, and as soon as we know something more definite we will pass the word along through this page.

INSIDE BACK COVER - The Gambel's Quail is a common bird in the Southwest. During the breeding season the unmated male perches atop a post or shrub and with a mournful call announces to the quail world that he is in search of a mate.

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