american-history

What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua...that__ the only name I can think of for it...like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, this America, the one that we are now in, an old-time series of popular talks intended to edify and entertain, improve the mind and bring culture and enlightenment to the ears and thoughts of the hearer. The Chautauquas were pushed aside by faster-paced radio, movies and TV, and it seems to me the change was not entirely an improvement. Perhaps because of these changes the stream of national consciousness moves faster now, and is broader, but it seems to run less deep. The old channels cannot contain it and in its search for new ones there seems to be growing havoc and destruction along its banks. In this Chautauqua I would like not to cut any new channels of consciousness but simply dig deeper into old ones that have become silted in with the debris of thoughts grown stale and platitudes too often repeated.

Once people said: Give me liberty or give me death. Now they say: Make me a slave, just pay me enough.

This is a time of change,_ the Shaman said. __his is a time of enormous power.

West Point__he Key to the Continent and Independence.

I refuse to believe the people of Texas and all Americans in the world have forgotten us.

Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light__ father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed.

The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman__ shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. __he middle of time,_ Chaco whispered to himself.

The Sleepin_ Fox Catches No Poultry.

A Time Comes When Silence is Betrayal.

We the People . . . The People of the Long House.

No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty,_ Captain Lewis said. __he expedition should have brought a camera obscura.__eter wasn__ familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew he was part of something magnificent__omething greater than himself or the Corps of Discovery. And he knew what it was. It was America. And it was beautiful.

There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean__ horizon.

We live in a complicated society, Bromley__ne that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

The Day of Trouble is Near

The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.

One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth.

We must love our slaves, Papa. We must love them as hard as we are able.