|Wednesday, Mackinac Bridge|
“...We are Nernernuh, and that is our way, Lucy. Other is your way, white man’s way. We are not like you. I think you forget that.”
“But you’re white!” I said. “How can you believe those things?"
“You say I am white. I say I am Nerm.”
As I had once done thus in my breaking away from my parents, so I could not be content now but I must go and leave the happy view I had of being a rich and thriving man in my new plantation, only to pursue a rash and immoderate desire of rising faster than the nature of the thing admitted. Thus I cast myself down again into the deepest gulf of human misery that ever man fell into or perhaps could be consistent with life and a state of health in the world.
...Now I looked back upon my past life with such horror, and my sins appeared so dreadful, that my soul sought nothing of God but deliverance from the load of guilt that bore down all my comfort.
|Friday, Kingston Plains|