“They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with smallpox, have killed us. I'm the last, the very last, and I'm sick, too. So very sick. Hot. My fever burning so hot. I have to… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“Then I thought of the tribe whose dances never fail / For they keep dancing till they sight the deer.” — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
