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
_(The Sun Men are the type of pioneer
Americans who, even before the discovery
of gold, were already drifting across the
Sierras and down into Oregon and
California with their oxen and great wagons.
With here and there a Rocky Mountain
trapper or a buckskin-clad scout of the
Kit Carson type, in the main they are
backwoods farmers. All carry the long
rifle of the period.)_
_(The Sun Man is buckskin-clad, with long
blond hair sweeping his shoulders.)_
{Sun Men}
_(Led by Sun Man.)_
We crossed the Western Ocean
Three hundred years ago,
We cleared New England's forests
Three hundred years ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
We cleared New England's forests
Three hundred years ago.
We climbed the Alleghanies
Two hundred years ago,
We reached the Susquehanna
Two hundred years ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
We reached the Susquehanna
Two hundred years ago.
We crossed the Mississippi
One hundred years ago,
And glimpsed the Rocky Mountains
One hundred years ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
And glimpsed the Rocky Mountains
One hundred years ago.
We passed the Rocky Mountains
A year or so ago,
And crossed the salty deserts
A year or so ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
And crossed the salty deserts
A year or so ago.
We topped the high Sierras
But a few days ago,
And saw great California
But a few days ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
And saw great California
But a few days ago.
We crossed Sonoma's mountains
An hour or so ago,
And found this mighty forest
An hour or so ago.
Blow high, blow low,
Heigh hi, heigh ho,
And found this mighty forest
An hour or so ago.
{Sun Man}
_(Glancing about at the slain and at the giant
forest.)_
Good the day, good the deed, and good this
California land.
{Red Cloud}
Not with these eyes, but with other eyes in my
lives before, have I beheld you. You are the
Sun Man.
_(The attention of all is drawn to Red
Cloud, and they group about him and the
Sun Man.)_
{Sun Man}
Call me White Man. Though in truth we
follow the sun. All our lives have we followed
the sunset sun, as our fathers followed it before
us.
{Red Cloud}
And you slay us with the thunder in your hand.
You slay us because we slew your brothers.
{Sun Man}
_(Nodding to Red Cloud and addressing
his own followers)_
You see, it was no mistake. He confesses it.
Other white men have they slain.
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