ᎠᎴ ᏧᏂᎦᎵᏴᏓ ᏌᎪᏂᎨ ᎠᏑᏫᏍᏙᏗ ᏃᎴ ᎤᏥᎸ ᏚᏂᏫᏒ, ᎠᏓᎸᏃᏗᏍᎩ ᏚᏍᏔᏅᏅ, ᎦᎸᎶ ᏃᎴ ᎡᎶᏚᏦᎯᏍᏛ ᎢᏳᏓᏅᎯᏓ, ᎯᎸᎯᏳ ᎠᎩᎪᎲ ᏱᎨᏒᎾ.
Or the big cleared fields planted with indigo or cotton, their dizzying furrows running in converging lines to a distant flat horizon unlike any I had ever seen before.