Rhythm for Rain

Rhythm for Rain

Rhythm for Rain

Rhythm for Rain

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The patterned design of a book is like a textile's weft, and, similarly, behind it is the strong, tested invisible warp that gave it being. In Rhythm for Rain this unseen framework is the loyalty, faith, and courage of my family and of my friends.

For that I am eternally grateful -- in my memory of Mary Austin, who started me on my Indian trail; in my thought of Mrs. Harold L. Ickes, who directed my steps into ceremonial byways; to the Indian artists Kabotie, Quoyavema (who is also the Kwayeshva of the photographs) and Mootzka, who worked for me for many years and added to my own endeavor the rich substance of their talents; to Mrs. Oliver Harriman and Princess Pignatelli, sterling friends from my boyhood; to Mrs. Harold D. Corbusier whose generous aid can never be sufficiently acknowledged; to Mrs. Fred Totzke for her unswerving devotion to my family for over thirty years; to the precious memory of my father, a Bishop for nearly three decades and a lover of beauty and simple faith all his life; above all, I owe most to my mother and to my wife who have walked by my side without fear or reproach down the steep path to deprivation in order that my work and this book might come to be.

As to the pattern itself -- all my life I have been a musician; concerts and composing were my central activities for nearly twenty years. Still, from the time when, as a boy of fourteen, I orated as Logan before Lord Baltimore . . .

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