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from . . . Almost Ancestors The faces here represent California
tribes that white men exterminated -- tribes whose elements were
slowly gathered together, each one discrete, each one alive on
a living land, and each one now gone. Empathy may not rise high
when a piece of wild land perishes, but when a whole tribe vanishes,
when fifty tribes disappear forever, we may well think that there
but for the grace of God go we.
Down west Down west we dance. We spirits dance We spirits weeping dance. --Wintu Song |