The Marauders of Frontiers

Today the forests have fallen; its gloomy inhabitants, gradually rejected by the civilization that persecutes them without truce or rest, have fled step by step before it; they have gone in search of safer retreats in the distance, taking their parents' bones with them lest they be unearthed and desecrated by the ruthless share of the white plow, which carves its long and productive furrow over their former homelands. hunt.

Is this continuous, incessant clearing of the American continent an ...