When we arrived at the lake shore, I saw the two Indian men who stood waiting by the boats. My father and I sat in one of the boats, and Uncle George sat in the other one. Uncle Georg didn’t seem to be in his good mood for today. He seemed worried, but some kind of exited as well. I asked my father about what was going to happen, and he told me that an Indian lady was very sick.
Uncle George was the first who arrived to the other shore, so when our boat was beached, he shared a cigar with the two Indians. We followed them on a trail, and when we came to a logging road, they blew out the lanterns and we walked in silence.
She was screaming like she was dying, when I got into the shanty. She lay in the lower bunk and her husband lay in the upper. I could see that she was bearing a child, and that she was in an inhuman situation. The smell inside the shanty was horrible. My father spoke to me, that the woman was going to have a baby, which I already knew, but he explained it to me. She screamed again, it frightened me, but my father didn’t have any anesthetic. He simply ignored the screams, a thing I found very hard to do.
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