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Show BY PATH AND TKAIL. 199 Mexicans, for nowhere in the southwest have I met a more civil and companionable people. The modern American is so full of the spirit of com mercialism and the demon of material progress ; so mas terful in all that makes for political expansion and the achievement of great enterprises, that he is in danger of forgetting his duties to God and the courtesies of social life. To- day I took my second stroll through the Mexican section of Tucson and noted the slow but steady en croachment of Anglo- Celtic influence. I saw with regret that many of the old Spanish names of the streets had disappeared and that other and less euphonious ones had replaced them. The Calle Santa Eita has gone down in the struggle to hold its own with the " gringo" and Cherry street has usurped its traditional privileges, and our good- natured friend McKenna has his Celtic name blazoned where Santa Maria del Guadeloupe, by imme morial right, ought to be. But, with the exception of these street names, the adop tion of a more modern dress, and the absence of old time customs, fiestas and ceremonies, or their modification, the people are the same with whom I mingled two years ago in Zacatecas, Cuernavaca, and other towns in Mexico. Here are the narrow streets, with rows of one storied flat- roofed houses of sun baked brick, or adobes, with here and there a house whose floor is " rammed" earth. Eemember that lumber here a few years ago cost $ 80 the thousand. In early times there were houses with not a solitary nail anywhere in or about them, for the window frames and doors were held in place by strips of rawhide. The women no longer wear the many- striped " Rebozo" or the " Tapole" which concealed all the face but the left |