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Buried Treasure There was a freshness, a newness in the land just outside our town's limits, something almost sacred that even we boys felt playing in its woods and fields, kept virginal, as it seemed, since creation by Indians who treaded there on padded feet leaving nothing other than a mound or two, funeral piles we thought, or names like Connoquenessing, with music in them, or those arrowheads we found and cherished; gentle reminders for us that what we stood on, earth untouched, need be so kept as we had found it. And was not that, come to think of it now, the very respect the Indians lived by and handed down to us, our inheritance to be understood, practiced, made part of us— then passed on to our children after us. Next Home |
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