"... because I had been out there and sat down on the ground and seen the rail and steel of America covering the ground filled with the bones of old Indians and original Americans.- In the cold gray fall in Colorado and Wyoming I'd work the land and watched indian hoboes come suddenly out of brush by the track and move slowly, hawk lipped, rill-jawed and wrinkled, into the great shadow of the light bearing burdenbags and junk talking quietly to one another... what have they got in those brown paper bags?' only with a great amount of effort you realize 'But they were the inhabitors of this land... and under huge skies... whole nations gathered around in tents - now the rail that runs over their forefathers' bones leads them onward pointing into infinity... " Jack Kerouac, THE SUBTERRANEANS
