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One hundred thousand people moving to the West. No magnet of gold promise beckoned them on; their deep wagon ruts were marking the path of Empire. People looking for room to stretch out, looking for land to settle on. The Indians, watching from hidden places. The spinning wagon wheels retold the old story. The white man will build a campfire on your hunting ground. Then, he'll build a house. Then, a fence - to keep you out!
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