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Do not stand at my grave and weep native american version
Do not stand at my grave and weep native american version












Many who heard the thunder thought it was an omen of more trouble to come.¹ The thunder died away and the wagons continued their long journey westward toward the setting sun. Although the day was bright, there was a black thundercloud in the west. Just as the wagons moved off along the narrow roadway, they heard a sound.

do not stand at my grave and weep native american version

There was no going back.Ī white-haired old man, Chief Going Snake, led the way on his pony, followed by a group of young men on horseback.

do not stand at my grave and weep native american version

One who was there reported that "there was a silence and stillness of the voice that betrayed the sadness of the heart." Behind them the makeshift camp where some had spent three months of a Tennessee summer was already ablaze. This lesson is part of the National Park Service’s Teaching with Historic Places (TwHP) program.














Do not stand at my grave and weep native american version