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Title
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Scottsbluff Narratives, 1937_001
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Alternative Title
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1937 Scottsbluff Narratives
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Date
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1937
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Creator
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Frank Shoemaker
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Description
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Frank Shoemaker - Sandhills Narratives
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Identifier
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321301
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Transcription
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1 1937 Jan 6 Scottsbluff, Nebraska . . . . It seems that someone was trying to get me to consider the absurd idea of entering a car, to be taken to a hospital. "Hospital?" I repeated dully; "no, thank you; I'm not hurt." Night was just setting in. Somehow, I had no sense of my placement; I was on the edge of a highway somewhere, and a street light was blazing almost overhead. My head did not ache, but there was an unaccustomed ringing inside it. For some reason not clear, a man had his arms affectionately about my waist, and two or three others were standing by. -My soft hat did not seem to fit properly, so I reached up to place it comfortably; and with my hands this raised I chanced to get a look at my upper left arm. A raw red mass it was, pulsing blood, with dripping rags suspended from it, jagged and hacked as though cut with very dull shears; the torn cloth was nicely dusted over, and pieces of dead weeds were sticking out of the flesh like skewers. Viewing this evidence, it seemed pedantic to longer insist that I had not been hurt; the sensing of the fact that I somehow had been injured, however, brought to me no shock. I clearly remember that my viewing of the bad wound was quite impersonal, and that my interest was devoted entirely to the surgical procedure indicated. -Strangely, I remember precisely what I said: "Well, I guess I am hurt a little."
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Rights
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To inquire about usage, please contact Archives & Special Collections, University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries. These images are for educational use only. Not all images are available for publication.
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