Thomas Henry Tibbles (1840–1928)

From the Preface: "It is more than ten years since we went on our last hunt. The poles of the holy tent remain. There is no one who remembers the sacred words which were said at the feast preparatory to the start. We camp no more in the great circle. The habitations of the bands are mixed in inextricable confusion. Soon we can no more tell to which band we belong than can a Jew of today tell whether he is of the tribe of Judah or the tribe of Benjamin. A few of the old men only remember our laws and customs and try to keep them. The young are passing into another life." Bright Eyes, the author's wife.… (plus d'informations)