Indian Camp: Nicks rejse fra dreng til mand

Hello, my name is Nick, and this is my journey. I am 11 years old and one day I went to work with my dad. He is a doctor and he says I must man up and stop being a child anymore therefore he took me to work with him. We were going to an Indian camp because “there is an Indian lady who is very sick”, he said. We took a boat to the Camp and when we went there my dad immediately started but I should not look but work with him. Before we began my dad explained the mechanics of childbirth, but I could not concentrate because of the woman's pain and her screams. My dad did not have any tools with him, so he used a jack-knife. When my dad began operating and a little while after, he was already stitching her up. I looked away.

After the child was born the father and mother of the child were very happy. And my dad immediately started writing a medical journal because he only used a “jack-knife and sewed it up with nine- foot, tapered gut leaders”, he had to document why he acted the way he did. Later that day, I went outside and to surprise I saw an Indian man commit suicide. It was awful and scary.