The year is 1542, my name is Chashaque and I live in a small part of the world that will soon be called California. We just finished fishing at Ishipishi falls which is the great fishing hole for my tripe called the Karuk. For many years life was good, then an adventurer discovered our small nation, his name is J. R. Cabrillo (Swanton, 1952, p. 1). Although he did not try to communicate with us we all know there will be more strangers coming to exploit our lands. This is the nature of all things, expand and conquer all that they can. Even though this stranger landed a long ways from our land, all the tribes of the cost communicate and the word reached us of his contact.