.... I never learned to read or write. My dad said that if the white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in the course of having me. I felt sad because I felt it was my fault she died. Father said it was nobody’s fault and that he’s very happy I was born. And that he’s happy I am his daughter. Dad said she was beautiful and kind. He has no pictures of her because he was never allowed to have a camera. She worked on the farm with dad and she got pregnant. The white peo .....

.... too stupid to get out of the path of their Goodyears. On the other hand, I as well as many others would call the squirrel and most other animals a dignified and noble creature. Anyway, the life was a squirrel's and the weapon was a Crossman pellet rifle. The weapon was a Christmas present, the squirrel was not included. Upon reaching my grandparents' farm for Christmas dinner (lunch for those of you not raised in the country), I set out after my adversary. Any adversary would have sufficed, but it was the squirrel's bad luck that I found it first. Actually, I really was not the one to fi .....