I AM HERE, Nathan Plummer, and I want to say a word. The Indian tried to stop me, but your wife said, “Let him write,” and I am doing so.
Well, I am still in hell and suffering. I wish that I could die again, but I cannot and will have to stand it. I can’t even be deaf so that I might escape some of my torments, for I am surrounded by the most hellish beings you can imagine, and I have to listen to them. It is no use trying to fight, for I can’t hurt anybody. They became even more annoying when I did try to punch one of them.
It is awful here. I regret that I did not listen and try to understand what the doctor[1] told me so often when on earth, but now it is too late. I often hear what he says to you now in your conversations. But, for some reason, I can’t quite understand; besides, if I did, these damned ugly spirits would knock all the understanding out of me. IT IS HARD TO LEARN WHAT YOU CALL HEAVENLY THINGS IN HELL, and I am so unhappy and see no way to relief.
The doctor’s father talked to me and told me some things that were like what the doctor told me. I felt better when he was telling me and some hope came to me. But when I got back into my hell and saw all the horrors and the shrieking, ugly spirits, I forgot, and the hell feelings came to me again, and I suffered.
Oh, if I could only find some relief from these torments!
Well, I will try again, for I know that Mr. Stone is kind and wants to help me. But my trouble is that I doubt if he can. But I will go, as you advise, and try to believe that he can. I am very thankful to you and the doctor and will try to hope. Anything to get out of this place and away from the devils!
Your wife says I must stop. So, good night.
Nathan Plummer.[2]