When the last red man shall have become a
myth among the white men, when your childrens
children think themselves alone in the field, upon
the highway or in the silence of the pathless woods,
they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place
dedicated to solitude. A night when the streets of your
cities are silent, and you think 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..... :smile: