was the first great book I have ever read. I had just eight or nine years, and found him at home, buried in a chest, including rags, old newspapers, junk that no one knows why throw away.
four-volume edition was published by Mondadori and had belonged to my mother's brother. then after I re-read at least ten more times, and I'm passionate about business as usual. obviously still have, or should I say I keep them. The Adventures of Langdon Towne with hunters Rogers of colonel in the war against the Indians st. francis - and then looking for that passage to the novel's title - made me passionate about the history of Native Americans. the fearsome and terrible st. Francis, killed by British rangers (the action takes place before the war of independence), and involved attracted me immediately. I remember a particular story, in which an Indian chief talks about all the Indian nations on the territory of North America. a long list of names, more or less known by Italians, so distant from that time and those lands.
Iroquois, pieds noirs, piercees nez, Cheyennes, apache, piutes, Pawnees, Crows, arapahos and most famous, the most numerous, the most loved and feared, the icon of India for excellence: the Sioux. that was actually called Dakota, or Lakota, and means 'the united', while Sioux comes from the French naudowessies or naudowessioux . ie snakes. not a great compliment to men who knew how to create a society respectful of nature and other beings, human and otherwise, on this planet. in 1940 they made a film, which tells only the first part of the story, the war between England and France. and the passage of the great river oregon, no trace on the film.
might not be easy to find, but if you happen, read it.
and succeed, all the rest, to compile a beautiful veil stony comme il faut ...
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