16 MILES WEST OF LOS LUNAS--Last weekend I made two trips to Hidden Mountain following a lead on an incredible story I read in a skinny little yellow book at the Old Main Library on Central Ave. Dixie Perkins, in her thin 1978 paperback entitled The Meaning of the New Mexico Mystery Stone, relates the tale on an ancient Greek mariner who had been exiled from his Mediterranian island and ended up on the Rio Puerco. This was in 500 B.C.! I tell the whole story of the stone on today's Duke City Fix.
For what it is worth, here is the Perkins translation:
I have come up to this place to stay. The other one met with an untimely death one year ago; dishonored, insulted, and stripped of flesh; the men thought him to be an object of care, whom I looked after, considered crazed, wandering in mind, to be tossed about as if in a wind; to perish, streamed with blood. On Samos I was respected and honored, of blessed lot or fortune, with a body of slaves, and so many olive trees; also, and I planted them, a peg to hang anything upon! Men punished me with exile to exact retribution for a debt; meanwhile, I remain a rabbit. I Zakyneros, just like a prophet, out of reach of mortal man, I am fleeing and am very afraid. I am dross, scum, refuse, just as on board ship, a soft effeminate sailor is flayed with an animal's hide, or all who speak offensively are beaten with a cane; but after a very short time the hurtful and destructive ones may be satisfied; at an unseasonable time I remain to protect from the wet, rainy south, the ravine. Very much harvest is gathered in, very much is in the woody dell and glen, very many bags of young deer. Very many hides with delicate, luxuriant hair; by the channel of a river, swift - flowing. Very much is given by the gods, the best kind of gift, to call upon the gods for again and again, at the unseasonable time I become hollow from hunger.