"When last the glorious light of all the sky was underneath this globe, and birds grew silent, me tho't I saw a vision."

Chickataubut

This book lays no claim to be an academic historian’s definitive work on the tribe that called itself the Massachuseuck. It is, however, a storyteller’s telling of the highlights he has spotted that partly tell this people’s tale, that sings their song, as it were, their lament, and gives call to their joyous chant now that their tale has been unwholly told, giving drumbeat to their lamentable lay at long last – Lay of the Massachuset.

                                                                             – E.Q.

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