“Within sound of the thundering cataract’s roar once worshipped the roaming sons of he forest in all their primitive freedom. They recognized in its thunder the voice, in its mad waves the wrath, and in its crashing whirlpool the Omnipotence of the Great Spirit–the Manitou of their simple creed. “… More >>
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