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Ich Bin Ein Indianer
Through the gate, I caught my first glimpse of Nineteenth Century American life. Beads, feathers, and buckskins abounded. I was in the heart of Bavaria, on the trail of a German obsession with a past it never had
Friday, August 29, 2008Articles by Adam Gilders
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