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85 Question I camp tonight where others were before me. From a rise I see the vague shape of a town with marks of cabins and still-dark firepits scattered all around. Further down beside the creek the faint image of a village garden, most likely Indian corn, squash, and beans. Were these the fathers of the Shawnee? In this year of wandering I’ve found no living towns. What happened to the people I feel silent around me? What plague raged and cut them down? ...

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