



Produced by David Widger





THE ACORN-PLANTER

A California Forest Play
Planned To Be Sung By Efficient Singers
Accompanied By A Capable Orchestra

By Jack London


1916




ARGUMENT

     In the morning of the world, while his tribe
     makes its camp for the night in a grove, Red
     Cloud, the first man of men, and the first man
     of the Nishinam, save in war, sings of the duty
     of life, which duty is to make life more abundant.
     The Shaman, or medicine man, sings of
     foreboding and prophecy. The War Chief, who
     commands in war, sings that war is the only
     way to life. This Red Cloud denies, affirming
     that the way of life is the way of the acorn-
     planter, and that whoso slays one man slays
     the planter of many acorns. Red Cloud wins
     the Shaman and the people to his contention.

     After the passage of thousands of years, again
     in the grove appear the Nishinam. In Red
     Cloud, the War Chief, the Shaman, and the
     Dew-Woman are repeated the eternal figures
     of the philosopher, the soldier, the priest, and
     the woman--types ever realizing themselves
     afresh in the social adventures of man. Red
     Cloud recognizes the wrecked explorers as
     planters and life-makers, and is for treating
     them with kindness. But the War Chief and
     the idea of war are dominant The Shaman
     joins with the war party, and is privy to the
     massacre of the explorers.

     A hundred years pass, when, on their seasonal
     migration, the Nishinam camp for the night in
     the grove. They still live, and the war formula
     for life seems vindicated, despite the imminence
     of the superior life-makers, the whites, who are
     flooding into California from north, south, east,
     and west--the English, the Americans, the
     Spaniards, and the Russians. The massacre by
     the white men follows, and Red Cloud, dying,
     recognizes the white men as brother acorn-planters,
     the possessors of the superior life-formula
     of which he had always been a protagonist.

     In the Epilogue, or Apotheosis, occur the
     celebration of the death of war and the triumph
     of the acorn-planters.




PROLOGUE

     Time. _In the morning of the world._

     Scene. _A forest hillside where great trees stand with wide
     spaces between. A stream flows from a spring that bursts
     out of the hillside. It is a place of lush ferns and brakes,
     also, of thickets of such shrubs as inhabit a redwood forest
     floor. At the left, in the open level space at the foot of the
     hillside, extending out of sight among the trees, is visible a
     portion of a Nishinam Indian camp. It is a temporary
     camp for the night. Small cooking fires smoulder. Standing
     about are withe-woven baskets for the carrying of supplies
     and dunnage. Spears and bows and quivers of arrows lie
     about. Boys drag in dry branches for firewood. Young
     women fill gourds with water from the stream and proceed
     about their camp tasks. A number of older women are
     pounding acorns in stone mortars with stone pestles. An
     old man and a Shaman, or priest, look expectantly up the
     hillside. All wear moccasins and are skin-clad, primitive,
     in their garmenting. Neither iron nor woven cloth occurs
     in the weapons and gear._


     {Shaman}
     _(Looking up hillside.)_
     Red Cloud is late.

     {Old Man}
     _(After inspection of hillside.)_
     He has chased the deer far. He is patient.
     In the chase he is patient like an old man.

     {Shaman}
     His feet are as fleet as the deer's.

     {Old Man}
     _(Nodding.)_
     And he is more patient than the deer.

     {Shaman}
     _(Assertively, as if inculcating a lesson.)_
     He is a mighty chief.

     {Old Man}
     _(Nodding.)_
     His father was a mighty chief. He is like to
     his father.

     {Shaman}
     _(More assertively.)_
     He is his father. It is so spoken. He is
     his father's father. He is the first man, the
     first Red Cloud, ever born, and born again, to
     chiefship of his people.

     {Old Man}
     It is so spoken.

     {Shaman}
     His father was the Coyote. His mother was
     the Moon. And he was the first man.

     {Old Man}
     _(Repeating.)_
     His father was the Coyote. His mother was
     the Moon. And he was the first man.

     {Shaman}
     He planted the first acorns, and he is very
     wise.

     {Old Man}
     _(Repeating.)_
     He planted the first acorns, and he is very
     wise.

     _(Cries from the women and a turning of
     faces. Red Cloud appears among his
     hunters descending the hillside. All
     carry spears, and bows and arrows.
     Some carry rabbits and other small
     game. Several carry deer)_


     PLAINT OF THE NISHINAM

     Red Cloud, the meat-bringer!
     Red Cloud, the acorn-planter!
     Red Cloud, first man of the Nishinam!
     Thy people hunger.
     Far have they fared.
     Hard has the way been.
     Day long they sought,
     High in the mountains,
     Deep in the pools,
     Wide '<DW41> the grasses,
     In the bushes, and tree-tops,
     Under the earth and flat stones.
     Few are the acorns,
     Past is the time for berries,
     Fled are the fishes, the prawns and the grasshoppers,
     Blown far are the grass-seeds,
     Flown far are the young birds,
     Old are the roots and withered.
     Built are the fires for the meat.
     Laid are the boughs for sleep,
     Yet thy people cannot sleep.
     Red Cloud, thy people hunger.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Still descending.)_
     Good hunting! Good hunting!

     {Hunters}
     Good hunting! Good hunting!

     _(Completing the descent, Red Cloud
     motions to the meat-bearers. They throw
     down their burdens before the women,
     who greedily inspect the spoils.)_


     MEAT SONG OF THE NISHINAM

     Meat that is good to eat,
     Tender for old teeth,
     Gristle for young teeth,
     Big deer and fat deer,
     Lean meat and fat meat,
     Haunch-meat and knuckle-bone,
     Liver and heart.
     Food for the old men,
     Life for all men,
     For women and babes.
     Easement of hunger-pangs,
     Sorrow destroying,
     Laughter provoking,
     Joy invoking,
     In the smell of its smoking
     And its sweet in the mouth.

     _(The younger women take charge of the meat,
     and the older women resume their acorn-pounding.)_

     _(Red Cloud approaches the acorn-pounders
     and watches them with pleasure.
     All group about him, the Shaman to the
     fore, and hang upon his every action, his
     every utterance.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     The heart of the acorn is good?

     {First Old Woman}
     _(Nodding.)_
     It is good food.

     {Red Cloud}
     When you have pounded and winnowed and
     washed away the bitter.

     {Second Old Woman}
     As thou taught'st us, Red Cloud, when the
     world was very young and thou wast the first man.

     {Red Cloud}
     It is a fat food. It makes life, and life is good.

     {Shaman}
     It was thou, Red Cloud, gathering the acorns
     and teaching the storing, who gavest life to the
     Nishinam in the lean years aforetime, when the
     tribes not of the Nishinam passed like the dew
     of the morning.

     _(He nods a signal to the Old Man.)_

     {Old Man}
     In the famine in the old time,
     When the old man was a young man,
     When the heavens ceased from raining,
     When the grasslands parched and withered,
     When the fishes left the river,
     And the wild meat died of sickness,
     In the tribes that knew not acorns,
     All their women went dry-breasted,
     All their younglings chewed the deer-hides,
     All their old men sighed and perished,
     And the young men died beside them,
     Till they died by tribe and totem,
     And o'er all was death upon them.
     Yet the Nishinam unvanquished,
     Did not perish by the famine.
     Oh, the acorns Red Cloud gave them!
     Oh, the acorns Red Cloud taught them
     How to store in willow baskets
     'Gainst the time and need of famine!

     {Shaman}
     _(Who, throughout the Old Man's recital, has
     nodded approbation, turning to Red
     Cloud.)_

     Sing to thy people, Red Cloud, the song of
     life which is the song of the acorn.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Making ready to begin)_
     And which is the song of woman, O Shaman.

     {Shaman}
     _(Hushing the people to listen, solemnly)_
     He sings with his father's lips, and with the
     lips of his father's fathers to the beginning of time
     and men.


     SONG OF THE FIRST MAN

     {Red Cloud}
     I am Red Cloud,
     The first man of the Nishinam.
     My father was the Coyote.
     My mother was the Moon.
     The Coyote danced with the stars,
     And wedded the Moon on a mid-summer night
     The Coyote is very wise,
     The Moon is very old,
     Mine is his wisdom,
     Mine is her age.
     I am the first man.
     I am the life-maker and the father of life.
     I am the fire-bringer.
     The Nishinam were the first men,
     And they were without fire,
     And knew the bite of the frost of bitter nights.
     The panther stole the fire from the East,
     The fox stole the fire from the panther,
     The ground squirrel stole the fire from the fox,
     And I, Red Cloud, stole the fire from the ground squirrel.
     I, Red Cloud, stole the fire for the Nishinam,
     And hid it in the heart of the wood.
     To this day is the fire there in the heart of the wood.
     I am the Acorn-Planter.
     I brought down the acorns from heaven.
     I planted the short acorns in the valley.
     I planted the long acorns in the valley.
     I planted the black-oak acorns that sprout, that sprout!
     I planted the _sho-kum_ and all the roots of the ground.
     I planted the oat and the barley, the beaver-tail grass-nut,
     The tar-weed and crow-foot, rock lettuce and ground lettuce,
     And I taught the virtue of clover in the season of blossom,
     The yellow-flowered clover, ball-rolled in its yellow dust.
     I taught the cooking in baskets by hot stones from the fire,
     Took the bite from the buckeye and soap-root
     By ground-roasting and washing in the sweetness of water,
     And of the manzanita the berry I made into flour,
     Taught the way of its cooking with hot stones in sand pools,
     And the way of its eating with the knobbed tail of the deer.
     Taught I likewise the gathering and storing,
     The parching and pounding
     Of the seeds from the grasses and grass-roots;
     And taught I the planting of seeds in the Nishinam home-camps,
     In the Nishinam hills and their valleys,
     In the due times and seasons,
     To sprout in the spring rains and grow ripe in the sun.

     {Shaman}
     Hail, Red Cloud, the first man!

     {The People}
     Hail, Red Cloud, the first man!

     {Shaman}
     Who showedst us the way of our feet in the world!

     {The People}
     Who showedst us the way of our feet in the world!

     {Shaman}
     Who showedst us the way of our food in the world!

     {The People}
     Who showedst us the way of our food in the world!

     {Shaman}
     Who showedst us the way of our hearts in the world!

     {The People}
     Who showedst us the way of our hearts in the world!

     {Shaman}
     Who gavest us the law of family!

     {The People}
     Who gavest us the law of family!

     {Shaman}
     The law of tribe!

     {The People}
     The law of tribe!

     {Shaman}
     The law of totem!

     {The People}
     The law of totem!

     {Shaman}
     And madest us strong in the world among men!

     {The People}
     And madest us strong in the world among men!

     {Red Cloud}
     Life is good, O Shaman, and I have sung but
     half its song. Acorns are good. So is woman
     good. Strength is good. Beauty is good. So is
     kindness good. Yet are all these things without
     power except for woman. And by these things
     woman makes strong men, and strong men make
     for life, ever for more life.

     {War Chief}
     _(With gesture of interruption that causes
     remonstrance from the Shaman but which
     Red Cloud acknowledges.)_

     I care not for beauty. I desire strength in
     battle and wind in the chase that I may kill my
     enemy and run down my meat.

     {Red Cloud}
     Well spoken, O War Chief. By voices in
     council we learn our minds, and that, too, is
     strength. Also, is it kindness. For kindness
     and strength and beauty are one. The eagle in
     the high blue of the sky is beautiful. The salmon
     leaping the white water in the sunlight is beautiful.
     The young man fastest of foot in the race
     is beautiful. And because they fly well, and leap
     well, and run well, are they beautiful. Beauty
     must beget beauty. The ring-tail cat begets
     the ring-tail cat, the dove the dove. Never
     does the dove beget the ring-tail cat. Hearts
     must be kind. The little turtle is not kind.
     That is why it is the little turtle. It lays its
     eggs in the sun-warm sand and forgets its young
     forever. And the little turtle is forever the
     Kttle turtle. But we are not little turtles,
     because we are kind. We do not leave our young
     to the sun in the sand. Our women keep our
     young warm under their hearts, and, after, they
     keep them warm with deer-skin and campfire.
     Because we are kind we are men and not little
     turtles, and that is why we eat the little turtle
     that is not strong because it is not kind.

     {War Chief}
     _(Gesturing to be heard.)_
     The Modoc come against us in their strength.
     Often the Modoc come against us. We cannot
     be kind to the Modoc.

     {Red Cloud}
     That will come after. Kindness grows. First
     must we be kind to our own. After, long after,
     all men will be kind to all men, and all men will
     be very strong. The strength of the Nishinam
     is not the strength of its strongest fighter. It is
     the strength of all the Nishinam added together
     that makes the Nishinam strong. We talk, you
     and I, War Chief and First Man, because we are
     kind one to the other, and thus we add together
     our wisdom, and all the Nishinam are stronger
     because we have talked.

     _(A voice is heard singing. Red Cloud
     holds up his hand for silence.)_


     MATING SONG

     {Dew-Woman}
     In the morning by the river,
        In the evening at the fire,
     In the night when all lay sleeping,
        Torn was I with life's desire.
     There were stirrings 'neath my heart-beats
        Of the dreams that came to me;
     In my ears were whispers, voices,
        Of the children yet to be.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(As Red Cloud sings, Dew-Woman
     steals from behind a tree and approaches
     him.)_

     In the morning by the river
        Saw I first my maid of dew,
     Daughter of the dew and dawnlight,
        Of the dawn and honey-dew.
     She was laughter, she was sunlight,
        Woman, maid, and mate, and wife;
     She was sparkle, she was gladness,
        She was all the song of life.

     {Dew-Woman}
     In the night I built my fire,
        Fire that maidens foster when
     In the ripe of mating season
        Each builds for her man of men.

     {Red Cloud}
     In the night I sought her, proved her,
        Found her ease, content, and rest,
     After day of toil and struggle
        Man's reward on woman's breast.

     {Dew-Woman}
     Came to me my mate and lover;
        Kind the hands he laid on me;
     Wooed me gently as a man may,
        Father of the race to be.

     {Red Cloud}
     Soft her arms about me bound me,
        First man of the Nishinam,
     Arms as soft as dew and dawnlight,
        Daughter of the Nishinam.

     {Red Cloud}
     She was life and she was woman!

     {Dew-Woman}
     He was life and he was man!

     {Red Cloud} and Dew-Woman

     _(Arms about each other.)_
     In the dusk-time of our love-night,
        There beside the marriage fire,
     Proved we all the sweets of living,
        In the arms of our desire.

     {War Chief}
     _(Angrily.)_
     The councils of men are not the place for
     women.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Gently.)_
     As men grow kind and wise there will be
     women in the councils of men. As men grow
     their women must grow with them if they would
     continue to be the mothers of men.

     {War Chief}
     It is told of old time that there are women in
     the councils of the Sim. And is it not told that
     the Sun Man will destroy us?

     {Red Cloud}
     Then is the Sun Man the stronger; it may be
     because of his kindness and wiseness, and because
     of his women.

     {Young Brave}
     Is it told that the women of the Sun are good
     to the eye, soft to the arm, and a fire in the heart
     of man?

     {Shaman}
     _(Holding up hand solemnly.)_
     It were well, lest the young do not forget, to
     repeat the old word again.

     {War Chief}
     _(Nodding confirmation.)_
     Here, where the tale is told.

     _(Pointing to the spring.)_
     Here, where the water burst from under the heel
     of the Sun Man mounting into the sky.

     _(War Chief leads the way up the hillside
     to the spring, and signals to the Old Man
     to begin)_

     {Old Man}
     When the world was in the making,
     Here within the mighty forest,
     Came the Sun Man every morning.
     White and shining was the Sun Man,
     Blue his eyes were as the sky-blue,
     Bright his hair was as dry grass is,
     Warm his eyes were as the sun is,
     Fruit and flower were in his glances;
     All he looked on grew and sprouted,
     As these trees we see about us,
     Mightiest trees in all the forest,
     For the Sun Man looked upon them.

     Where his glance fell grasses seeded,
     Where his feet fell sprang upstarting--
     Buckeye woods and hazel thickets,
     Berry bushes, manzanita,
     Till his pathway was a garden,
     Flowing after like a river,
     Laughing into bud and blossom.
     There was never frost nor famine
     And the Nishinam were happy,
     Singing, dancing through the seasons,
     Never cold and never hungered,
     When the Sun Man lived among us.

     But the foxes mean and cunning,
     Hating Nishinam and all men,
     Laid their snares within this forest,
     Caught the Sun Man in the morning,
     With their ropes of sinew caught him,
     Bound him down to steal his wisdom
     And become themselves bright Sun Men,
     Warm of glance and fruitful-footed,
     Masters of the frost and famine.

     Swiftly the Coyote running
     Came to aid the fallen Sun Man,
     Swiftly killed the cunning foxes,
     Swiftly cut the ropes of sinew,
     Swiftly the Coyote freed him.

     But the Sun Man in his anger,
     Lightning flashing, thunder-throwing,
     Loosed the frost and fanged the famine,
     Thorned the bushes, pinched the berries,
     Put the bitter in the buckeye,
     Rocked the mountains to their summits,
     Flung the hills into the valleys,
     Sank the lakes and shoaled the rivers,
     Poured the fresh sea in the salt sea,
     Stamped his foot here in the forest,
     Where the water burst from under
     Heel that raised him into heaven--
     Angry with the world forever
     Rose the Sun Man into heaven.

     {Shaman}
     _(Solemnly.)_
     I am the Shaman. I know what has gone
     before and what will come after. I have passed
     down through the gateway of death and talked
     with the dead. My eyes have looked upon the
     unseen things. My ears have heard the
     unspoken words. And now I shall tell you of
     the Sun Man in the days to come.

     _(Shaman stiffens suddenly with hideous
     facial distortions, with inturned eye-balls
     and loosened jaw. He waves his arms
     about, writhes and twists in torment, as
     if in epilepsy.)_

     _(The Women break into a wailing, inarticulate
     chant, swaying their bodies to the
     accent. The men join them somewhat
     reluctantly, all save Red Cloud, who
     betrays vexation, and War Chief, who
     betrays truculence.)_

     _(Shaman, leading the rising frenzy, with
     convulsive shiverings and tremblings tears
     of his skin garments so that he is quite
     naked save for a girdle of eagle-claws
     about his thighs. His long black hair
     flies about his face. With an abruptness
     that is startling, he ceases all movement
     and stands erect, rigid. This is greeted
     with a low moaning that slowly dies
     away.)_


     CHANT OF PROPHECY

     {Shaman}
     The Sun never grows cold.
     The Sun Man is like the Sun.
     His anger never grows cold.
     The Sun Man will return.
     The Sun Man will come back from the Sun.

     {People}
     The Sun Man will return.
     The Sun Man will come back from the Sun.

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.
     As the water burst forth when he rose into the sky,
     So will the water cease to flow when he returns from the sky.
     The Sun Man is mighty.
     In his eyes is blue fire.
     In his hands he bears the thunder.
     The lightnings are in his hair.

     {People}
     In his hands he bears the thunder.
     The lightnings are in his hair.

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man is white.
     His skin is white like the sun.
     His hair is bright like the sunlight.'
     His eyes are blue like the sky.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man is white.

     {Shaman}
     The Sun Man is mighty.
     He is the enemy of the Nishinam.
     He will destroy the Nishinam.

     {People}
     He is the enemy of the Nishinam.
     He will destroy the Nishinam.

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand.

     {Shaman}
     In the day the Sun Man comes
     The water from the spring will no longer flow.
     And in that day he will destroy the Nishinam.
     With the thunder will he destroy the Nishinam.
     The Nishinam will be like last year's grasses.
     The Nishinam will be like the smoke of last year's campfires.
     The Nishinam will be less than the dreams that trouble the sleeper.
     The Nishinam will be like the days no man remembers.
     I am the Shaman.
     I have spoken.

     _(The People set up a sad wailing.)_

     {War Chief}
     _(Striking his chest with his fist.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!

     _(The People cease from their wailing and
     look to the War Chief with hopeful
     expectancy.)_

     {War Chief}
     I am the War Chief. In war I command.
     Nor the Shaman nor Red Cloud may say me nay
     when in war I command. Let the Sun Man
     come back. I am not afraid. If the foxes snared
     him with ropes, then can I slay him with spear-
     thrust and war-club. I am the War Chief. In
     war I command.

     _(The People greet War Chief's pronouncement
     with warlike cries of approval.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     The foxes are cunning. If they snared the Sun Man
     With ropes of sinew, then let us be cunning
     And snare him with ropes of kindness.
     In kindness, O War Chief, is strength, much strength.

     {Shaman}
     Red Cloud speaks true. In kindness is strength.

     {War Chief}
     I am the War Chief.

     {Shaman}
     You cannot slay the Sun Man.

     {War Chief}
     I am the War Chief.

     {Shaman}
     The Sun Man fights with the thunder in his hand.

     {War Chief}
     I am the War Chief.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(As he speaks the People are visibly wan by
     his argument.)_

     You speak true, O War Chief. In war you
     command. You are strong, most strong. You
     have slain the Modoc. You have slain the Napa.
     You have slain the Clam-Eaters of the big water
     till the last one is not. Yet you have not slain
     all the foxes. The foxes cannot fight, yet are
     they stronger than you because you cannot slay
     them. The foxes are foxes, but we are men.
     When the Sun Man comes we will not be cunning
     like the foxes. We will be kind. Kindness and
     love will we give to the Sun Man, so that he will
     be our friend. Then will he melt the frost, pull
     the teeth of famine, give us back our rivers of
     deep water, our lakes of sweet water, take the
     bitter from the buckeye, and in all ways make
     the world the good world it was before he left us.

     {People}
     Hail, Red Cloud, the first man!
     Hail, Red Cloud, the Acorn-Planter!
     Who showed us the way of our feet in the world!
     Who showed us the way of our food in the world!
     Who showed us the way of our hearts in the world!
     Who gave us the law of family,
     The law of tribe,
     The law of totem,
     And made us strong in the world among men!

     _(While the People sing the hillside slowly
     grows dark.)_




     ACT I

     _(Ten thousand years have passed, and it is
     the time of the early voyaging from Europe
     to the waters of the Pacific, when the
     deserted hillside is again revealed as the
     moon rises. The stream no longer flows
     from the spring. Since the grove is used
     only as a camp for the night when the
     Nishinam are on their seasonal migration
     there are no signs of previous camps.)_

     _(Enter from right, at end of day's march,
     women, old men, and Shaman, the
     women bending under their burdens of
     camp gear and dunnage)_

     _(Enter from left youths carrying fish-spears
     and large fish)_

     _(Appear, coming down the hillside, Red
     Cloud and the hunters, many carrying
     meat.)_

     _(The various repeated characters, despite
     differences of skin garmenting and decoration,
     resemble their prototypes of the prologue.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     Good hunting! Good hunting!

     {Hunters}
     Good hunting! Good hunting!

     {Youths}
     Good fishing! Good fishing!

     {Women}
     Good berries! Good acorns!

     _(The women and youths and hunters, as they
     reach the campsite, begin throwing down
     their burdens)_

     {Dew-Woman}
     _(Discovering the dry spring.)_
     The water no longer flows!

     {Shaman}
     _(Stilling the excitement that is immediate
     on the discovery.)_
     The word of old time that has come down to
     us from all the Shamans who have gone before!
     The Sun Man has come back from the Sun.

     {Dew-Woman}
     _(Looking to Red Cloud.)_
     Let Red Cloud speak. Since the morning of
     the world has Red Cloud ever been reborn with
     the ancient wisdom to guide us.

     {War Chief}
     Save in war. In war I command.

     _(He picks out hunters by name.)_
     Deer Foot... Elk Man... Antelope. Run
     through the forest, climb the hill-tops, seek down
     the valleys, for aught you may find of this Sun Man.

     _(At a wave of the War Chief's hand the
     three hunters depart in different directions.)_

     {Dew-Woman}
     Let Red Cloud speak his mind.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Quietly)_
     Last night the earth shook and there was a
     roaring in the air. Often have I seen, when the
     earth shakes and there is a roaring, that springs
     in some places dry up, and that in other places
     where were no springs, springs burst forth.

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.
     The Shamans told it of old.
     The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand.

     {Shaman}
     The roaring in the air was the thunder of the
     Sun Man's return. Now will he destroy the
     Nishinam. Such is the word.

     {War Chief}
     Hoh! Hoh!

     _(From right Deer Foot runs in.)_

     {Deer Foot}
     _(Breathless.)_
     They come! He comes!

     {War Chief}
     Who comes?

     {Deer Foot}
     The Sun Men. The Sun Man. He is their
     chief. He marches before them. And he is
     white.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     The Sun Man is white.

     {Red Cloud}
     Carries he the thunder in his hand?

     {Deer Foot}
     _(Puzzled)_
     He looks hungry.

     {War Chief}
     Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man is hungry. It
     will be easy to kill a hungry Sun Man.

     {Red Cloud}
     It would be easy to be kind to a hungry Sun
     Man and give him food. We have much. The
     hunting has been good.

     {War Chief}
     Better to kill the Sun Man.

     _(He turns upon People, indicating most
     commands in gestures as he prepares the
     ambush, making women and boys conceal
     all the camp outfit and game, and
     disposing the armed hunters among the
     ferns and behind trees till all are hidden.)_

     {Elk Man and Antelope}
     _(Running down hillside)_
     The Sun Man comes.

     _(War Chief sends them to hiding places)_

     {War Chief}
     _(Preparing himself to hide)_
     You have not hidden, O Red Cloud.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Stepping into shadow of big tree where he
     remains inconspicuous though dimly
     visible)_
     I would see this Sun Man and talk with him.

     _(The sound of singing is heard, and War
     Chief conceals himself)_

     _(Sun Man, with handful of followers, singing
     to ease the tedium of the march, enter
     from right. They are patently survivors
     of a wrecked exploring skip, making their
     way inland)_

     {Sun Men}
     We sailed three hundred strong
        For the far Barbaree;
     Our voyage has been most long
        For the far Barbaree;
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
     For the far Barbaree.

     We sailed the oceans wide
        For the coast of Barbaree;
     And left our ship a sinking
        On the coast of Barbaree;
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
        For the far Barbaree.

     Our ship went fast a-lee
        On the rocks of Barbaree;
     That's why we quit the sea
        On the rocks of Barbaree.
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
        For the far Barbaree.

     We quit the bitter seas
        On the coast of Barbaree;
     To seek the savag-ees
        Of the far Barbaree.
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
        For the far Barbaree.

     Our feet are lame and sore
        In the far Barbaree;
     From treading of the shore
        Of the far Barbaree.
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
        For the far Barbaree.

     A weary brood are we
        In the far Barbaree;
     Sea cunies of the sea
        In the far Barbaree.
           So--it's a long pull,
           Give a strong pull,
        For the far Barbaree.

     {Sun Man}
     _(Who alone carries a musket, and who is
     evidently captain of the wrecked company)_
     No farther can we go this night. Mayhap
     to-morrow we may find the savages and food.

     _(He glances about.)_
     This far world grows noble trees. We shall sleep
     as in a temple.

     {First Sea Cuny}
     _(Espying Red Cloud, and pointing.)_
     Look, Captain!

     {Sun Man}
     _(Making the universal peace-sign, arm
     raised and out, palm-outward.)_
     Who are you? Speak. We come in peace.
     We kindness seek.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Advancing out of the shadow.)_
     Whence do you come?

     {Sun Man}
     From the great sea.

     {Red Cloud}
     I do not understand. No one journeys
     on the great sea.

     {Sun Man}
     We have journeyed many moons.

     {Red Cloud}
     Have you come from the sun?

     {Sun Man}
     God wot! We have journeyed across the
     sun, high and low in the sky, and over the sun
     and under the sun the round world 'round.

     {Red Cloud}
     _(With conviction.)_
     You come from the Sun. Your hair is like
     the summer sunburnt grasses. Your eyes are
     blue. Your skin is white.

     _(With absolute conviction.)_
     You are the Sun Man.

     {Sun Man}
     _(With a shrug of shoulders.)_
     Have it so. I come from the Sun. I am the
     Sun Man.

     {Red Cloud}
     Do you carry the thunder in your hand?

     {Sun Man}
     _(Nonplussed for the moment, glances at
     his musket, then smiles.)_
     Yes, I carry the thunder in my hand.

     _(War Chief and the Hunters leap
     suddenly from ambush. Sun Man
     warns Sea Cunies not to resist. War
     Chief captures and holds Sun Man,
     and Sea Cunies are similarly captured
     and held. Women and boys appear, and
     examine prisoners curiously.)_

     {War Chief}
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! I have captured the
     Sun Man! Like the foxes, I have captured
     the Sun Man!--Deer Foot! Elk Man! The
     foxes held the Sun Man. I now hold the Sun
     Man. Then can you hold the Sun Man.

     _(Deer Foot and Elk Man seize the Sun
     Man.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     _(To Shaman.)_
     He said he came in kindness.

     {War Chief}
     _(Sneering.)_
     In kindness, with the thunder in his hand.

     {Shaman}
     _(Deflected to partisanship of War Chief
     by War Chief's success.)_
     By his own lips has he said it, with the thunder
     in his hand.

     {War Chief}
     You are the Sun Man.

     {Sun Man}
     _(Shrugging shoulders.)_
     My names are many as the stars. Call me
     White Man.

     {Red Cloud}
     I am Red Cloud, the first man.

     {Sun Man}
     Then am I Adam, the first man and your
     brother.

     _(Glancing about.)_
     And this is Eden, to look upon it.

     {Red Cloud}
     My father was the Coyote.

     {Sun Man}
     My father was Jehovah.

     {Red Cloud}
     I am the Fire-Bringer. I stole the fire from
     the ground squirrel and hid it in the heart of
     the wood.

     {Sun Man}
     Then am I Prometheus, your brother. I
     stole the fire from heaven and hid it in the heart
     of the wood.

     {Red Cloud}
     I am the Acorn-Planter. I am the Food-
     Bringer, the Life-Maker. I make food for
     more life, ever more life.

     {Sun Man}
     Then am I truly your brother. Life-Maker
     am I, tilling the soil in the sweat of my brow
     from the beginning of time, planting all manner
     of good seeds for the harvest.

     _(Looking sharply at Red Cloud's skin
     garments.)_
     Also am I the Weaver and Cloth-Maker.

     _(Holding out arm so that Red Cloud may
     examine the cloth of the coat)_
     From the hair of the goat and the wool of
     the sheep, and from beaten and spun grasses,
     do I make the cloth to keep man warm.

     {Shaman}
     _(Breaking in boastfully.)_
     I am the Shaman. I know all secret things.

     {Sun Man}
     I know my pathway under the sun over all
     the seas, and I know the secrets of the stars
     that show me my path where no path is. I
     know when the Wolf of Darkness shall eat the
     moon.

     _(Pointing toward moon.)_
     On this night shall the Wolf of Darkness eat
     the moon.

     _(He turns suddenly to Red Cloud,
     drawing sheath-knife and passing it
     to him.)_

     More, O First Man and Acorn-Planter. I am
     the Iron-Maker. Behold!

     _(Red Cloud examines knife, understands
     immediately its virtue, cuts easily a strip
     of skin from his skin garment, and is
     overcome with the wonder of the knife.)_

     {War Chief}
     _(Exhibiting a long bow.)_
     I am the War Chief. No man, save me, has
     strength to bend this bow. I can slay farther
     than any man.

     _(A huge bear has come out among the
     bushes far up the hillside)_

     {Sun Man}
     I, too, am War Chief over men, and I can
     slay farther than you.

     {War Chief}
     Hoh! Hoh!

     {Sun Man}
     _(Pointing to bear)_
     Can you slay that with your strong bow?

     {War Chief}
     _(Dubiously)_
     It is a far shot. Too far. No man can slay
     a great bear so far.

     _(Sun Man, shaking off from his arms the
     hands of Deer Foot and Elk Man,
     aims musket and fires. The bear falls,
     and the Nishinam betray astonishment
     and awe)_

     _(At a quick signal from War Chief,
     Sun Man is again seized. War Chief
     takes away musket and examines it.)_

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     He carries the thunder in his hand.
     He slays with the thunder in his hand.
     He is the enemy of the Nishinam.
     He will destroy the Nishinam.

     {Shaman}
     There is a sign.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     In the day the Sun Man comes,
     The waters from the spring will no longer flow,
     And in that day will he destroy the Nishinam.

     {War Chief}
     _(Exhibiting musket.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! I have taken the Sun Man's
     thunder.

     {Shaman}
     Now shall the Sun Man die that the Nishinam
     may live.

     {Red Cloud}
     He is our brother. He, too, is an acorn-
     planter. He has spoken.

     {Shaman}
     He is the Sun Man, and he is our eternal
     enemy. He shall die.

     {War Chief}
     In war I command.

     _(To Hunters.)_
     Tie their feet with stout thongs that they
     may not run. And then make ready with bow
     and arrow to do the deed.

     _(Hunters obey, urging and thrusting the
     Sea Cunies into a compact group behind
     the Sun Man.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     Shaman I am not.
     I know not the secret things.
     I say the things I know.
     When you plant kindness you harvest kindness.
     When you plant blood you harvest blood.
     He who plants one acorn makes way for life.
     He who slays one man slays the planter of a
     thousand acorns.

     {Shaman}
     Shaman I am.
     I see the dark future.
     I see the Sun Man's death,
     The journey he must take
     Through thick and endless forest
     Where lost souls wander howling
     A thousand moons of moons.

     {People}
     Through thick and endless forest
     Where lost souls wander howling
     A thousand moons of moons.

     _(War Chief arranges Hunters with their
     bows and arrows for the killing.)_

     {Sun Man}
     _(To Red Cloud.)_
     You will slay us?

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Indicating War Chief.)_
     In war he commands.

     {Sun Man}
     _(Addressing the Nishinam)_
     Nor am I a Shaman. But I will tell you true
     things to be. Our brothers are acorn-planters,
     cloth-weavers, iron-workers. Our brothers are
     life-makers and masters of life. Many are our
     brothers and strong. They will come after us.
     Your First Man has spoken true words. When
     you plant blood you harvest blood. Our brothers
     will come to the harvest with the thunder
     in their hands. There is a sign. This night,
     and soon, will the Wolf of Darkness eat the
     moon. And by that sign will our brothers come
     on the trail we have broken.

     _(As final preparation for the killing is
     completed, and as Hunters are arranged
     with their bows and arrows,
     Sun Man sings.)_

     {Sun Man}
     Our brothers will come after,
        On our trail to farthest lands;
     Our brothers will come after
        With the thunder in their hands.

     {Sun Men}
           Loud will be the weeping,
           Red will be the reaping,
           High will be the heaping
        Of the slain their law commands.

     {Sun Man}
     Givers of law, our brothers,
        This is the law they say:
     Who takes the life of a brother
        Ten of the slayers shall pay.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers will come after,
        On our trail to farthest lands;
     Our brothers will come after
        With the thunder in their hands.
           Loud will be the weeping,
           Red will be the reaping,
           High will be the heaping
        Of the slain their law commands.

     {Sun Man}
     Our brothers will come after
        By the courses that we lay;
     Many and strong our brothers,
        Masters of life are they.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers will come after
        On our trail to farthest lands;
     Our brothers will come after
        With the thunder in their hands.
           Loud will be the weeping,
           Red will be the reaping,
           High will be the heaping
        Of the slain their law commands.

     {Sun Man}
     Plowers of land, our brothers,
        Of the hills and pleasant leas;
     Under the sun our brothers
        With their keels will plow the seas.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers will come after,
        On our trail to farthest lands;
     Our brothers will come after
        With the thunder in their hands.
           Loud will be the weeping,
           Red will be the reaping,
           High will be the heaping
        Of the slain their law commands.

     {Sun Man}
     Mighty men are our brothers,
        Quick to forgive and to wrath,
     Sailing the seas, our brothers
        Will follow us on our path.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers will come after,
        On our trail to farthest lands;
     Our brothers will come after
        With the thunder in their hands.
           Loud will be the weeping,
           Red will be the reaping,
           High will be the heaping
        Of the slain their law commands.

     _(At signal from War Chief the arrows
     are discharged, and repeatedly
     discharged. The Sun Men fall. The War
     Chief himself kills the Sun Man.)_

     _(In what follows, Red Cloud and Dew-
     Woman stand aside, taking no part.
     Red Cloud is depressed, and at the
     same time is overcome with the wonder
     of the knife which he still holds.)_

     {War Chief}
     _(Brandishing musket and drifting stiff-
     legged, as he sings, into the beginning
     of a war dance of victory.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     I have slain the Sun Man!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     I hold his thunder in my hand!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     Greatest of War Chiefs am I!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     I have slain the Sun Man!

     _(The dance grows wilder.)_

     _(After a time the hillside begins to darken)_

     {Dew-Woman}
     _(Pointing to the moon entering eclipse)_
     Lo! The Wolf of Darkness eats the Moon!

     _(In consternation the dance is broken off
     for the moment)_

     {Shaman}
     _(Reassuringly)_
     It is a sign.
     The Sun Man is dead.

     {War Chief}
     _(Recovering courage and resuming dance.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man is dead!

     {People}
     _(Resuming dance.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man is dead!

     _(As darkness increases the dance grows
     into a saturnalia, until complete darkness
     settles down and hides the hillside.)_




ACT II

     _(A hundred years have passed, when the
     hillside and the Nishinam in their
     temporary camp are revealed. The spring
     is flowing, and Women are filling gourds
     with water. Red Cloud and Dew-
     Woman stand apart from their people.)_

     {Shaman}
     _(Pointing.)_
     There is a sign.
     The spring lives.
     The water flows from the spring
     And all is well with the Nishinam.

     {People}
     There is a sign.
     The spring lives.
     The water flows from the spring.

     {War Chief}
     _(Boastingly.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     All is well with the Nishinam.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     It is I who have made all well with the Nishinam.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!

     I led our young men against the Napa.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     We left no man living of the camp.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!

     {Shaman}
     Great is our War Chief!
     Good is war!
     No more will the Napa hunt our meat.
     No more will the Napa pick our berries.
     No more will the Napa catch our fish.

     {People}
     No more will the Napa hunt our meat.
     No more will the Napa pick our berries.
     No more will the Napa catch our fish.

     {War Chief}
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The War Chiefs before me made all well with
     the Nishinam.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The War Chief of long ago slew the Sun Man.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man said his brothers would come after.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man lied.

     {People}
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man lied.
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man lied.

     {Shaman}
     _(Derisively.)_
     Red Cloud is sick. He lives in dreams. Ever
     he dreams of the wonders of the Sun Man.

     {Red Cloud}
     The Sun Man was strong. The Sun Man was
     a life-maker. The Sun Man planted acorns,
     and cut quickly with a knife not of bone nor
     stone, and of grasses and hides made cunning
     cloth that is better than all grasses and hides.
     --Old Man, where is the cunning cloth that is
     better than all grasses and hides?

     {Old Man}
     _(Fumbling in his skin pouch for the doth.)_
     In the many moons aforetime,
     Hundred moons and many hundred,
     When the old man was the young man,
     When the young man was the youngling,
     Dragging branches for the campfire,
     Stealing suet from the bear-meat,
     Cause of trouble to his mother,
     Came the Sun Man in the night-time.
     I alone of all the Nishinam
     Live to-day to tell the story;
     I alone of all the Nishinam
     Saw the Sun Man come among us,
     Heard the Sun Man and his Sun Men
     Sing their death-song here among us
     Ere they died beneath our arrows,
     War Chief's arrows sharp and feathered--

     {War Chief}
     _(Interrupting braggartly.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!

     {Old Man}
     _(Producing cloth.)_
     And the Sun Man and his Sun Men
     Wore nor hair nor hide nor birdskin.
     Cloth they wore from beaten grasses
     Woven like our willow baskets,
     Willow-woven acorn baskets
     Women make in acorn season.

     _(Old Man hands piece of cloth to Red
     Cloud.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Admiring cloth.)_
     The Sun Man was an acorn-planter, and we
     killed the Sun Man. We were not kind. We
     made a blood-debt. Blood-debts are not good.

     {Shaman}
     The Sun Man lied. His brothers did not come
     after. There is no blood-debt when there is no
     one to make us pay.

     {Red Cloud}
     He who plants acorns reaps food, and food is
     life. He who sows war reaps war, and war is death.

     {People}
     _(Encouraged by Shaman and War Chief
     to drown out Red Cloud's voice.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man is dead!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     The Sun Man and his Sun Men are dead!

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Shaking his head.)_
     His brothers of the Sun are coming after.
     I have reports.

     _(Red Cloud beckons one after another of
     the young hunters to speak)_

     {First Hunter}
     To the south, not far, I wandered and lived
     with the Petaluma. With my eyes I did not
     see, but it was told me by those whose eyes had
     seen, that still to the south, not far, were many
     Sun Men--war chiefs who carry the thunder in
     their hands; cloth-makers and weavers of cloth
     like to that in Red Cloud's hand; acorn-planters
     who plant all manner of strange seeds that ripen
     to rich harvests of food that is good. And there
     had been trouble. The Petaluma had killed
     Sun Men, and many Petaluma had the Sun Men
     killed.

     {Second Hunter}
     To the east, not far, I wandered and lived with
     the Solano. With my own eyes I did not see,
     but it was told me by those whose eyes had seen,
     that still to the east, not far, and just beyond the
     lands of the Tule tribes, were many Sun Men--
     war chiefs and cloth-makers and acorn-planters.
     And there had been trouble. The Solano had
     killed Sun Men, and many Solano had the Sun Men killed.

     {Third Hunter}
     To the north, and far, I wandered and lived
     with the Klamath. With my own eyes I did
     not see, but it was told me by those whose eyes
     had seen, that still to the north, and far, were
     many Sun Men--war chiefs and cloth-makers
     and acorn-planters. And there had been trouble.
     The Klamath had killed Sun Men, and many
     Klamath had the Sun Men killed.

     {Fourth Hunter}
     To the west, not far, three days gone I
     wandered, where, from the mountain, I looked
     down upon the great sea. With my own eyes
     I saw. It was like a great bird that swam upon
     the water. It had great wings like to our great
     trees here. And on its back I saw men, many
     men, and they were Sun Men. With my own
     eyes I saw.

     {Red Cloud}
     We shall be kind to the Sun Men when they
     come among us.

     {War Chief}
     _(Dancing stiff-legged.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     Let the Sun Men come!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     We will kill the Sun Men when they come!

     {People}
     _(As they join in the war dance.)_
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     Let the Sun Men come!
     Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!
     We will kill the Sun Men when they come.

     _(The dance grows wilder, the Shaman and
     War Chief encouraging it, while Red
     Cloud and Dew-Woman stand sadly at
     a distance.)_

     _(Rifle shots ring out from every side. Up
     the hillside appear Sun Men firing rifles.
     The Nishinam reel to death from their
     dancing.)_

     _(Red Cloud shields Dew-Woman with
     one arm about her, and with the other arm
     makes the peace-sign)_

     _(The massacre is complete, Dew-Woman
     and Red Cloud being the last to fall.
     Red Cloud, wounded, the sole survivor,
     rests on his elbow and watches the Sun
     Men assemble about their leader)_

     _(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.

     {Red Cloud}
     There will come a day when men will not slay
     men and when all men will be brothers. And in
     that day all men will plant acorns.

     {Sun Man}
     You speak well, brother.

     {Red Cloud}
     Ever was I for peace, but in war I did not command.
     Ever I sought the secrets of the growing
     things, the times and seasons for planting. Ever
     I planted acorns, making two black oak trees
     grow where one grew before. And now all is
     ended. Oh my black oak acorns! My black
     oak acorns! Who will plant them now?

     {Sun Man}
     Be of good cheer. We, too, are planters.
     Rich is your land here. Not from poor soil can
     such trees sprout heavenward. We will plant
     many seeds and grow mighty harvests.

     {Red Cloud}
     I planted the short acorns in the valley. I
     planted the long acorns in the valley. I made
     food for life.

     {Sun Man}
     You planted well, brother, but not well enough.
     It is for that reason that you pass. Your fat
     valley grows food but for a handful of men. We
     shall plant your fat valley and grow food for ten
     thousand men.

     {Red Cloud}
     Ever I counseled peace and planting.

     {Sun Man}
     Some day all men will counsel peace. No
     man will slay his fellow. All men will plant.

     {Red Cloud}
     But before that day you will slay, as you have
     this day slain us?

     {Sun Man}
     You killed our brothers first. Blood-debts must
     be paid. It is man's way upon the earth. But
     more, O brother! We follow the sunset sun, and
     the way before us is red with war. The way
     behind us is white with peace. Ever, before
     us, we make room for life. Ever we slay the
     squalling crawling things of the wild. Ever we
     clear the land and destroy the weeds that block
     the way of life for the seeds we plant. We are
     many, and many are our brothers that come after
     along the way of peace we blaze. Where you
     make two black oaks grow in the place of one,
     we make an hundred. And where we make one
     grow, our brothers who come after make an
     hundred hundred.

     {Red Cloud}
     Truly are you the Sun Man. We knew about
     you of old time. Our old men knew and sang of
     you:

     White and shining was the Sun Man,
     Blue his eyes were as the sky-blue,
     Bright his hair was as dry grass is,
     Warm his eyes were as the sun is,
     Fruit and flower were in his glances,
     All he looked on grew and sprouted,
     Where his glance fell grasses seeded,
     Where his feet fell sprang upstarting
     Buckeye woods and hazel thickets,
     Berry bushes, manzanita,
     Till his pathway was a garden,
     Flowing after like a river
     Laughing into bud and blossom.


     SONG OF THE PIONEERS

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers follow on the trail we blaze.
        Where howled the wolf and ached the naked plain
           Spring bounteous harvests at our brothers' hands;
     In place of war's alarums, peaceful days;
        Above the warrior's grave the golden grain
           Turns deserts grim and stark to laughing lands.

     {Sun Man}
     We cleared New England's flinty <DW72>s and plowed
     Her rocky fields to fairness in the sun,
     But fared we westward always for we sought
     A land of golden richness and we knew
     The land was waiting on the sunset trail.
     Where we found forest we left fertile fields,
     We bridled rivers wild to grind our corn,
     The deer-paths turned to roadways at our heels,
     Our axes felled the trees that bridged the streams,
     And fenced the meadow pastures for our kine.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers follow on the trail we blaze;
        Where howled the wolf and ached the naked plain
        Spring bounteous harvests at our brothers' hands;
     In place of war's alarums, peaceful days;
        Above the warrior's grave the golden grain
           Turns deserts grim and stark to laughing lands.

     {Sun Man}
     Beyond the Mississippi still we fared,
     And rested weary by the River Platte
     Until the young grass velveted the Plains,
     Then yoked again our oxen to the trail
     That ever led us west to farthest west.
     Our women toiled beside us, and our young,
     And helped to break the soil and plant the corn,
     And fought beside us in the battle front
     To fight of arrow, whine of bullet, when
     We chained our circled wagons wheel to wheel.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers follow on the trail we blaze;
        Where howled the wolf and ached the naked plain
           Spring bounteous harvests at our brothers hands;
     In place of war's alarums, peaceful days;
        Above the warrior's grave the golden grain
           Turns deserts grim and stark to laughing lands.

     {Sun Man}
     The rivers sank beneath the desert sand,
     The tall pines dwarfed to sage-brush, and the grass
     Grew sparse and bitter in the alkali,
     But fared we always toward the setting sun.
     Our oxen famished till the last one died
     And our great wagons rested in the snow.
     We climbed the high Sierras and looked down
     From winter bleak upon the land we sought,
     A sunny land, a rich and fruitful land,
     The warm and golden California land.

     {Sun Men}
     Our brothers follow on the trail we blaze;
        Where howled the wolf and ached the naked plain
           Spring bounteous harvests at our brothers' hands;
     In place of war's alarums, peaceful days;
     Above the warrior's grave the golden grain
        Turns deserts grim and stark to laughing lands.

     _(The hillside begins to darken.)_

     {Red Cloud}
     _(Faintly.)_

     The darkness is upon me. You are acorn-
     planters. You are my brothers. The darkness
     is upon me and I pass.

     {Sun Men}
     _(As total darkness descends.)_
     Our brothers follow on the trail we blaze;
        Where howled the wolf and ached the naked plain
           Spring bounteous harvests at our brothers' hands;
     In place of war's alarums, peaceful days;
        Above the warrior's grave the golden grain
           Turns deserts grim and stark to laughing lands.




EPILOGUE

     {Red Cloud}
     Good tidings! Good tidings
     To the sons of men!
     Good tidings! Good tidings!
     War is dead!

     _(Light begins to suffuse the hillside, revealing
     Red Cloud far up the hillside in a
     commanding position on an out-jut of
     rock.)_
     Lo, the New Day dawns,
     The day of brotherhood,
     The day when all men
     Shall be kind to all men,
     And all men shall be sowers of life.

     _(From every side a burst of voices.)_
     Hail to Red Cloud!
     The Acorn-Planter!
     The Life-Maker!
     Hail! All hail!
     The New Day dawns,
     The day of brotherhood,
     The day of man.

     _(A band of Warriors appears on hillside.)_
     Warriors
     Hail, Red Cloud!
     Mightier than all fighting men!
     The slayer of War!
     We are not sad.
     Our eyes were blinded.
     We did not know one acorn planted
     Was mightier than an hundred fighting men.
     We are not sad.
     Our red work was when
     The world was young and wild.
     The world has grown wise.
     No man slays his brother.
     Our work is done.
     In the light of the new day are we glad.

     _(A band of Pioneers and Sea Explorers
     appears.)_

     Pioneers and Explorers
     Hail, Red Cloud!
     The first planter!
     The Acorn-Planter!
     We sang that War would die,
     The anarch of our wild and wayward past.
     We sang our brothers would come after,
     Turning desert into garden,
     Sowing friendship, and not hatred,
     Planting seeds instead of dead men,
     Growing men to manhood in the sun.

     _(A band of Husbandmen appear, bearing
     fruit and sheaves of grain and corn.)_

     {Husbandmen}
     Hail, Red Cloud!
     The first planter!
     The Acorn-Planter!
     The harvests no more are red, but golden,
     We are thy children.
     We plant for increase,
     Increase of wheat and corn,
     Of fruit and flower,
     Of sheep and kine,
     Of love and lovers;
     Rich are our harvests
     And many are our lovers.

     {Red Cloud}
     Death is a stench in the nostrils,
     Life is beauty and joy.
     The planters are ever brothers.
     Never are the warriors brothers;
     Their ways are set apart,
     Their hands raised each against each.
     The planters' ways are the one way.
     Ever they plant for life,
     For life more abundant,
     For beauty of head and hand,
     For the voices of children playing,
     And the laughter of maids in the twilight
     And the lover's song in the gloom.

     {All Voices}
     Hail, Red Cloud!
     The first planter!
     The Acorn-Planter!
     The maker of life!
     Hail! All hail!
     The New Day dawns,
     The day of brotherhood,
     The day of man!


     THE END





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