The Grand Tour: Fife and Beyond

Ramblings of an inveterate cyclist

I have been reading a brilliant book by Paula Mitchell Marks, ‘In A Barren Land’ American Indian Dispossessions and Survival. About how the Europeans came to America and wiped out the indigenous peoples. Despite the American film industries interpretation of events, it was diseases, such as smallpox and influenza, that people from Europe had grown an immunity to, and then carried with them to America, (and not just America) that brought about the demise of the Native Americans, as much as slaughter by the US Cavalry. While I was thinking about what I had just read, a little rhyme that we as children would chant came into my head.

Me Chief Indian Feathers,

See how I talk my Indian blethers,

Me got Squaw and a wee Papoose,

My wigwams better than an Cooncil house.

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