Government, and independently sovereign, we support them. When The Children Of The Stars do battle WE do battle! Their freezers are full of our buffalo meat, full of our corn. We, of all people, know what it is like to have your land stolen. This is why we are here." "Well, ladies and gentlemen," The Speaker announced, "I think it's time we begin. Why don't you, after the campsite is sat up, spread out through it and talk to the individual volunteers? The world will know what is going on here every day. There is a twenty-four hour feed going out to The Spiritist Network, which will be available over their t.v. stations and through them on the internet. As the band strikes up we will move out and set up our encampment. As we do so, we'll all sing the Spiritist hymn "The Drummer." Let us go forth! Let us go forth to battle!" The band began to play. The Speaker picked up a folded tent and singing the hymn marched to the middle of the trail and began to erect the tent Others followed.

DRUMMING, DRUMMING, DRUMMING
Channeled Through Speaker Gerald A. Polley

Now, in the days of long ago, on Hades far away,
a wicked battle raged one dark and fearful day.
The Children Of Spirit outnumbered and outgunned,
began to turn Their backs, yes, they turned to run.
But one valiant drummer, there, he held his ground,
one valiant drummer, proud and brave and strong.
Again and again he played the rally call,
again and again he called them one and all.

Drummin', drummin', drummin', though the enemy was comin',
he just kept on a drummin', he played the rally call.
Drummin' drummin', drummin', though bullets 'round him hummin',
he just kept on drummin', he would not yield at all.

First one fighter joined him, and then another came,
until a ragged line met that enemy.
The Warlock drew them out, they fired with his time,
again and again, into the enemy's lines.

Drummin', drummin', drummin', though the enemy was comin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he played the steady call,
Drummin', drummin', drummin', though bullets 'round him hummin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he would not yield at all.

Through the smoke and through the fire,
the enemy they poured, but they met a wall like they'd never seen before!
With rifle and with bayonet, they turned them right around.
Then they chased them back across that holy, sacred ground!

Drummin', drummin', drummin', now the enemy was runnin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he played the forward roll,
Drummin', drummin', drummin', though the bullets 'round him hummin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he would not wait at all.

Now, not one foot it waited, everyone did go Across the field and up the hill, in a mighty wave they rolled.
The enemy's final bullet cut the Drummer down, but he keeps on drummin', all the world around.

Drummin', drummin', drummin', wherever evil's comin',
drummin', drummin', drummin', you hear the rally call,
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he just keeps on drummin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', he calls us one and all.

From mountain and from valley, from village and from town,
you can hear us rally, we gather all around.
Drummin', drummin', drummin', we can hear him drummin',
Drummin', drummin', drummin', He'll never stand alone.

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