A friend told me about a trip he took into the wilds. This was back a ways into about 1950 or so. He said he became friends with the Fagauwi tribe in the badlands of Southern California. I told him I'd never heard of the Fagauwi Indians. He said they seemed facinated by the name of their own tribe and while on very long journeys into the desert, they would always put their hand to their forehead to shade their eyes from the sun and while looking around the place and chant "We're the Fagauwi, We're the Fagauwi...