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My
son Harry K. Roberts who is the last wearer of the
sacred Stone
of the Yurok people--
who received this stone from Robert Spott,
who received it from Waukell Harry,
who received it from Pegah,
who received it from her husband Captain Spott.
Ruth
Roberts - I:79
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"You
will find with our people now, if you find anybody older than I
am," the eloquent Florence Shaughnessy had prophesied, exactly as
if she understood the complexities awaiting me and just how long
it would take. "We know we have to leave something for someone,
because we are leaving tomorrow. Day after tomorrow you are still
going to be here, but we have only tomorrow. You cannot hurry. We
are like a book. You skim through our lives, you get nothing. You
study again, the next day you find in Chapter 7 there's something
you overlooked. Each individual is a book to me, because you open
a page somewhere and there's always a thought worth carrying. We
Indians are a book." Florence Shaughnessy - I:270
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"Frank,
what does an eel look like?"
"Kind of shiny, you know. Pretty bright."
"Do you dry them?"
"No, I clean em, split em, cut em up, put in frying pan. Just start
cookun em when theyre fresh. Potatoes and eels, and what-cha-call
gravy. I make gravy."
"You mean eel-gravy?"
"Hell no. I make brown gravy!" Frank Douglas - II:33
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They're
trying to make us organize...It's just a forcing deal... Fish &
Game told Yurok Indians: You don't have a reservation, therefore,
you don't have any rights... To net you have to organize a tribal
council, you have to draw up a tribal role. Otherwise, buy a license,
fish with a pole, same season as the Whiteman, same limits. II:235
If you have
no rights, you might as well be a Whiteman. Sam Jones - II:246
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An
Indian don't have to say a thing. They don't have to talk. When you
go visiting: "Hello: "How come you been gone so long?" And for the
next half hour nobody says a cotton pickun thing. No conversation.
No feeling of uneasiness. Sam has this with his brother. Sam will
start thinking about his brother.. .and by the end of the week here
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