A Civilization of Persecution
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Once upon a time, this whole countryside was covered by a wood. I imagine that there were no roads then, but paths, or what the natives called ‘takas’, a word that derives from the word for moving along—teceht, tek—just as water does. (The original entry into the wood was not by land paths, but by water paths; and early settlements were along river sides and the lakes the flowed into.) Perhaps an English derivative of it is the word for ‘tackle’, in the sense of moving fast and seizing an object in the sense of ‘getting there’.