"But the White man never guessed at what the Red man saw and heard and felt. The White man bought death and emptiness to this place. The White man cut down wise old trees with much to tell; young saplings with many life-times of life ahead; and the White man never asked, Will you be glad to make a lodgehouse for me and my tribe? Hack and cut and chop and burn, that was the White man's way. Take from the forest, take from the land, take from the river, but put nothing back. The white man killed animals he didn't need, animals that did him no harm; yet if a bear woke hungry in the winter and took so much as a single young pig, the White man hunted him down and killed him in revenge. He never felt the balance of the land at all.
No wonder the land hated the White man! No wonder all the natural things of the land rebelled against his step[...] White man joked that Reds could even track a man on water, they laughed as if it wasn't true. But it was true, for when a White man passed along a river or a lake, it bubbled and foamed and rippled for hours after he had passed."
Orson Scott Card, Red Prophet
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