The Acorn-Planter: A California Forest Play (1916)London, Jack
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The Acorn-Planter: A California Forest Play (1916)
London, Jack
Indians of North America -- Drama
{Sun Men}
We sailed three hundred strong
For the far Barbaree;
Our voyage has been most long
For the far Barbaree;
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
We sailed the oceans wide
For the coast of Barbaree;
And left our ship a sinking
On the coast of Barbaree;
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
Our ship went fast a-lee
On the rocks of Barbaree;
That's why we quit the sea
On the rocks of Barbaree.
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
We quit the bitter seas
On the coast of Barbaree;
To seek the savag-ees
Of the far Barbaree.
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
Our feet are lame and sore
In the far Barbaree;
From treading of the shore
Of the far Barbaree.
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
A weary brood are we
In the far Barbaree;
Sea cunies of the sea
In the far Barbaree.
So--it's a long pull,
Give a strong pull,
For the far Barbaree.
{Sun Man}
_(Who alone carries a musket, and who is
evidently captain of the wrecked company)_
No farther can we go this night. Mayhap
to-morrow we may find the savages and food.
_(He glances about.)_
This far world grows noble trees. We shall sleep
as in a temple.
{First Sea Cuny}
_(Espying Red Cloud, and pointing.)_
Look, Captain!
{Sun Man}
_(Making the universal peace-sign, arm
raised and out, palm-outward.)_
Who are you? Speak. We come in peace.
We kindness seek.
{Red Cloud}
_(Advancing out of the shadow.)_
Whence do you come?
{Sun Man}
From the great sea.
{Red Cloud}
I do not understand. No one journeys
on the great sea.
{Sun Man}
We have journeyed many moons.
{Red Cloud}
Have you come from the sun?
{Sun Man}
God wot! We have journeyed across the
sun, high and low in the sky, and over the sun
and under the sun the round world 'round.
{Red Cloud}
_(With conviction.)_
You come from the Sun. Your hair is like
the summer sunburnt grasses. Your eyes are
blue. Your skin is white.
_(With absolute conviction.)_
You are the Sun Man.
{Sun Man}
_(With a shrug of shoulders.)_
Have it so. I come from the Sun. I am the
Sun Man.
{Red Cloud}
Do you carry the thunder in your hand?
{Sun Man}
_(Nonplussed for the moment, glances at
his musket, then smiles.)_
Yes, I carry the thunder in my hand.
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