A WRITER'S WIT: MARGARET CRAVEN

The Indian knows his village and feels for his village as no white man for his country, his town, or even for his own bit of land. His village is not the strip of land four miles long and three miles wide that is his as long as the sun rises and the moon sets. The myths are the village, and the winds and rains. The river is the village, and . . . the talking bird, the owl, who calls the name of the man who is going to die.
​Margaret Craven
Author of I Heard the Owl Call My Name
Born March 13, 1901

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