“When the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white man, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your childrens’ children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone… At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent snd you them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them 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. Dead - I say? There is no death. Only a change of worlds.” - Chief Seattle