Personal Narrative: The Identity Of Native Americans

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When I was eight, some time ago. I went to the shore that was close to my tribe. I would go every morning and dig for clams. On this particular morning, I heard voices of men speaking and yelling strange sounds. It was almost like they were speaking another language. I hid behind the tall grass along the shore to take a peek at the commotion. To my surprise, there were nice short men who seem like ghosts because they were so white and pale. My tribesmen were all tale and very healthy full of color. These men were very short and looked as if they were so sick that they had lost their color. Their skin was so pale; you could see their veins through their skin. They arrived on big covered canoes. They looked so weak that they had to cover their