And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Hi CW!!!, Good Stuff!!!! I live in S/E Louisiana just north of lake Pontchartrain and Maurepas... Everywhere you go here in what is called the "Florida Parishes" where there was once "Farm Land" you can bet that the Indians lived there... Indian artifacts were everywhere... My Grandfather when he came here from Hungary in 1920 bought a 12 acre farm with a 2 room house on it. After a rain storm he'd walk thru the rows of planted crops.... the rain washed away the surface dirt and he found a nice collection of "arrow heads, scrapers and other pieces..." I managed to get ahold of it from my aunt and still have it!!!!!! "Priceless!!!!!" skybill
Guy I know was deer hunting on the east side. Crossing a ridge, he looked down and right there laying on the granite soil was a black obsidian spear point bigger than his hand. How long it had lain there in plain sight, and how it might have gotten there, will always remain a mystery.
Hi CW!!!,
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I live in S/E Louisiana just north of lake Pontchartrain and Maurepas... Everywhere you go here in what is called the "Florida Parishes" where there was once "Farm Land" you can bet that the Indians lived there... Indian artifacts were everywhere... My Grandfather when he came here from Hungary in 1920 bought a 12 acre farm with a 2 room house on it. After a rain storm he'd walk thru the rows of planted crops.... the rain washed away the surface dirt and he found a nice collection of "arrow heads, scrapers and other pieces..." I managed to get ahold of it from my aunt and still have it!!!!!! "Priceless!!!!!"
skybill
My mother in law has a nice collection from South Texas that she found along a creek near her childhood home in Doss. The creek is named Squah Creek.
ReplyDeleteGuy I know was deer hunting on the east side. Crossing a ridge, he looked down and right there laying on the granite soil was a black obsidian spear point bigger than his hand. How long it had lain there in plain sight, and how it might have gotten there, will always remain a mystery.
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