This land, always new to the nomadic people, constantly traversing around the globe in search of food, surviving day to day, seems to have inherent life giving properties.  Fauna and flora flourish across the foothills of America while remaining stationary.  Fellow creatures are often spotted nibbling on grasses and bushes so man copies.  These trees and shrubs appear to produce fruits that are edible, so man takes. No longer is man required to solely chase wild beasts and hunt them down risking their own lives.  Simply picking from trees along the way has greatly reduced the starvation of these tribes. 

As a wanderer, there can be a lot of down time just walking around the land. Rather than seeking out food to kill they can find foods growing in the ground for them. Now they search along the ground for edibles and do their best to avoid becoming food. So throughout their never-ending journey they have a lot of time to just observe the world around them. And this story begins one girl who noticed something that would change life forever. Her name was Antiara and she was a seventeen year old in this tribe wandering the plains of what one-day would be America. She really enjoyed her ground-food (vegetables) and these seemed to grow in abundance in the area they traveled. During their downtime she would mess around with the plants; harvesting them, feeling them, and simply observing them. One day what she stumbled upon was seeds. She then noticed all the plants had these and she gathered a knapsack full of them. One day she scattered a handful of these and of course the tribe kept moving. Many weeks later the tribe came across this same patch of land and Antiara noticed something about the area. There was an abundance of this food. The tribe exploited this and of course harvested as much as they could eat and carry with them. When the tribe arrived to a new location she again tried this. Scattering seeds and one day returning to a plot full of food for the tribe. She did this for years testing her theories on this idea of “farming” consequently greatly benefiting the tribe.
Then one night, at the tribal communes around a fire where everyone talked and prayed and ate, Antiara spoke up and shared her discovery with the tribe. She displayed her backpack full of seeds and the power held within them. From these could spawn the plethora food that the tribe desperately searched for. Antiara showed them the patch of vegetables that she was certain grew from the seeds she had planted. The tribe scoffed but listened hopefully. They gave her one shot. So the next morning she got up and proceeded to clear an entire field of grass so as to make it obvious where her plants will be. She then planted the majority of what she had collected and that concluded her work. She reiterated the fact that this will take time and that they should trek on and simply revisit this spot in several weeks. The tribe obeyed and moved on.
Many moons later they ventured back to this spot. The field was clearly visible as it was a huge patch of no grass but what now existed there was many different looking plants. They examined them with amazement that behold they were in fact the food Antiara had promised. The tribe was in awe and couldn't believe the power that these seeds held within them.
Antiara was then proclaimed a chief of sorts for what became agriculture. She ordered everyone to begin gathering seeds from plants that they could eat from, and others to clear fields for growing, and then began planting them. They learned to plant different plots at different times and soon they had year round food supply. The men continued hunting animals as they simply wandered near their settlement. The tribe now had their own stock of food; some that was grown around them and others that would simply walk by them to be hunted.