Mostly what I do in my spare time is read about the "First Americans" or "Native Americans". I started reading about them about 10 years ago. I don't know why, but I found myself hungry for good history books. The first book I read was a narrative by Allan W. Eckert named "The Frontiersman". It showed the plight of the American Indian, his beliefs, his love for Mother Earth and his love for family. It also showed how us white men swindeled them out of their land and and warred upon them to near distinction, near genocide. It made me feel ashamed. I feel we owe them everything.