<h2 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V<br/> <span class="medium">THE INDIAN AND SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS</span></h2>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG id="i_070" src="images/i_070.jpg" alt="" /> <p class="caption">TERRACED HOUSES OF THE HOPIS, ALLOWING SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS.</p> </div>
<p class="drop"><span class="upper">As</span> I have already intimated, the Indian is practically
an out-of-door sleeper. I say “practically,”
for there are exceptions to the general rule. The
Hopis of northern Arizona have houses. In the
cold winter months they sleep indoors whenever
they can. The Navahos, Apaches, Havasupais, and
other tribes have their “hogans” and “hawas” in
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which they sleep in the very cold weather. But in
the summer the invariable rule is for all to sleep out
of doors. And even in the winter, if duty calls them
away from home and they have to camp out, they
sleep in the cold, on the snow, in the rain, as unconcerned
for their health as if they were well protected
indoors. It is this latter feature that so much commends
itself to me. It is just as <i>natural</i> to them to
have to sleep out of doors as it is to sleep indoors.
They think no more of it, do not regard it as an unusual
and dangerous experience, or one to be dreaded.
They accept it without a murmur or complaint, and
without fear. This is an attitude of mind that I would
the white race would learn from the Indian. I once
had a friend, a city-bred man, born and brought up
in New York, sent west to me by his physician because
he had had two or three hemorrhages, whom I took
out into Arizona. The first night we had to sleep out
was very cold, for it was early in the year, and at that
high altitude the thermometer sank very rapidly after
the sun went down. Yet I deliberately called camp
by the side of a great snowbank. The fearful invalid
wanted to know what I was stopping there for. I told
him it was to afford him a good sleeping place on
the snow. He expressed his dread, and assured me
that such an experience would kill him at once. I
told him that if it did I would see that he was decently
buried, but that did not seem to dissipate his fears.
After a good camp-fire was built, and he had had a warm
and comforting supper, and his blankets were stretched
out on the snow, and he was undressed and well
wrapped up, with a hot rock at his feet and the cheery
blaze lighting up the scene, he felt less alarmed. I
talked him to sleep, and when he awoke in the morning
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it was to confess that his throat and lungs felt
more comfortable than they had done for many long
months. A month of this open-air sleeping gave him
new ideas on the subject, and sent him back east to fit
up a camp in the Adirondacks, where he could get a
great deal of outdoor life, and sleeping with doors and
windows wide open.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG id="i_072" src="images/i_072.jpg" alt="" /> <p class="caption">BOSTON MILLIONAIRES SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS ON THE SANDS OF THE COLORADO RIVER.</p> </div>
<p>The outdoor treatment for tuberculosis is now
almost universal. Here is what one eminent authority
says on the subject:</p>
<p>“Tuberculosis is a direct result of over-work,
either mental or physical, and rest is largely its cure.
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This life in the open air is best carried out in a sitting
or semi-reclining posture. Every hour of the day in all
seasons of the year and in all kinds of weather should
thus be spent, together with sleeping in a tent, protected
veranda, or in a house with windows wide open. It
will be found that the colder the weather, the more
marked and permanent the results. One does not
need to be uncomfortable; one can be well wrapped
with heavy blankets. It is the inhalation of cold air
that is so effectual in stimulating appetite, as a general
tonic and fever reducer. A consumptive should have
for his motto: ‘Every hour in the closed house is an
hour lost.’ There is no excuse for losing time.”</p>
<p>But it is not for those who are in ill health alone
that I would commend out-of-door sleeping. Those
who are healthy need to be kept in health, and there
is a vim, a vigor, a physical joy, comes from this habit
that I would that every child, young man and woman,
and adult in the land might enjoy. Here is what one
intelligent writer, Mary Heath, has recently said upon
this subject, and her words I most heartily indorse:</p>
<p>“The success of any scheme for human betterment,
morally, mentally, or physically, depends upon securing
human co-operation by convincing the intellect of
the truth or falsity of any widespread belief. The
almost universal notion that night air is dangerous has
predisposed, more than any other one cause, to the
shutting of every door and window at sunset to keep
out malaria. Notwithstanding the fact that all air
analyses show that outdoor night air is much purer
than day air, the old fear of night air still remains,
and is responsible for much infection from foul air,
because outdoor and indoor workers in summer and
winter—all alike—spend their sleeping hours in ill-ventilated
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bedrooms. After false ideas about the
harmfulness of fresh air are eradicated, plans should
be devised and utilized for arranging outdoor sleeping
apartments; plans should also be devised for keeping
the body warm in cold weather without an over-amount
of bedclothing; and for the health and convenience of
the millions of middle class and more or less humble
domestic home workers, provisions should be made
for doing the housework as much as possible out of
doors, away from the kitchen heat and odors of cooking
food. Out-of-door recreation for the family should
also be provided for. Could all sedentary workers
spend the seven to nine hours of sleep in a clean, outdoor
atmosphere, many of the evil effects of indoor
sedentary work would be neutralized. The shop, office,
or factory employe, after sleeping in the pure night air,
would awake invigorated for the day’s demands and
duties. Beginning the day aright, with a keen normal
appetite for healthful food, he would be able to utilize
his working energies without either structural damage
to the tissues, or intellectual or moral degradation.”</p>
<p>Elbert Hubbard, of Roycroft fame, has converted
all the sleeping-rooms of his phalanstery into outdoor
rooms, where fresh, pure air is breathed. Dr.
Kellogg, editor of <i>Good Health</i>, sleeps out of doors all
the time, and all his large family of adopted children
have rooms which practically contain no doors or
windows, so that they sleep as near the open air as
civilization will allow.</p>
<p>For years, as far as was possible, I have slept out
of doors. When at home my bed is on an open porch,
my face turned to the stars, the waving of plum, peach,
and fig trees making music while I sleep, the beautiful
lights of earliest dawn cheering my eyes before I arise,
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and the twittering and singing of the birds putting
melodies into my soul as I dress. When I am in the
wilds exploring, I sleep out of doors always, when
and where I can. Those who have read my various
books know of my experiences of sleeping in storms,
during heavy rains, without bedding in rocky washes,
in leaky boats and the rain pouring upon us, in the
heat of the desert, and the cold of the snowy plateaus
of Arizona. Yet I do not remember that I ever once
“took cold,” though I have been wet through many a
night. On the other hand, I never visit civilization,
especially the proud, haughty, conceited civilization
of the East, where houses are steam-heated, and street
and railway cars are superheated, without taking
severe colds and suffering much misery.</p>
<p>Those who have heard Nansen and Peary and
other arctic explorers will remember that they had
the same experience. Is it not apparent, therefore,
that the outdoor life is the normal, the healthful, the
rational, the <i>natural</i> life, while that of the steam-heated
house is abnormal, unhealthful, irrational, and
unnatural?</p>
<p>People often say: But I see that my house is well
ventilated, and therefore the air is as pure and good
as it is out of doors. In reply, permit me to say that
no house can ever be well ventilated. Air to be pure
and wholesome must be <i>alive</i>. It can only live when
free and uncontained, and in contact with the direct
rays of the sun during the day. Every thoughtful
person has noticed the great difference there is between
outdoor air and indoor air, on stepping from outside
inside, even through all the doors and windows of the
room were wide open. There is a vast difference
between indoor and outdoor air, even under the best
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of conditions; so get into the open all you can, day or
night, winter or summer, wet or dry.</p>
<p>One of the finest and strongest poems in the language
is the following, by Richard Burton:</p>
<h3>GOD’S GIFT, THE AIR</h3>
<div class="poetry">
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, is there anything that freer seems<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Than air, the fresh, the vital, that a man<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Draws in with breathings bountiful, nor dreams<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of any better bliss, because he can<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Make over all his blood thereby, and feel<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Once more his youth return, his muscles steel,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And life grow buoyant, part of God’s good plan!<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, how on plain and mountain, and by streams<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That shine along their path; o’er many a field<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Proud with pied flowers, or where sunrise gleams<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In spangled splendors, does the rich air yield<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Its balsam; yea, how hunter, pioneer,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Lover, and bard have felt that heaven was near<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Because the air their spirit touched and healed!<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And yet—God of the open!—look and see<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The millions of thy creatures pent within<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Close places that are foul for one clean breath,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Thrilling with health, and hope, and purity;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Nature’s vast antidote for stain and sin,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Life’s sweetest medicine this side of death!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">How comes it that this largess of the sky<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Thy children lack of, till they droop and die?<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p>Many white people go out tenting in the summer
and think they are sleeping out of doors. What a
foolish error. Here is what a scientific authority says
upon the subject:</p>
<p>“Are you tenting? If so, you should know:</p>
<p>“That a well-closed tent is nearly air-tight, and
consequently,—</p>
<p>“That in an ordinary-sized tent, one occupant will
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so pollute the air as to render it unfit to breathe in less
than twenty minutes; two occupants, in less than ten
minutes.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG id="i_077" src="images/i_077.jpg" alt="" /> <p class="caption">A CHEMEHUEVI INDIAN AND HIS OUT-OF-DOOR SHELTER FROM THE SUN.</p> </div>
<p>“That if you are tenting for your health, an opening
at each end of the tent must be provided for
ventilation at night. The openings should be at least
a foot square for each occupant.</p>
<p>“Breathing impure air lowers the vitality, and consequently
renders one susceptible to colds and other
diseased conditions.”
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<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG id="i_078" src="images/i_078.jpg" alt="" /> <p class="caption">CLIMBING ONE OF THE TRAILS IN HAVASU CANYON, ARIZONA.</p> </div>
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