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And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and his MEMORY among white men shall have become a MYTH, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe and when your children’s children shall think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon highway, or in the silence of the woods,
they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude.
At night when the streets of your cities and villages shall be silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this Beautiful land.
The White Man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless.” - Chief Seath'tl, 1854 address to Gov, Stevens
