Desperate to discover his true identity, the narrator decides to return to Wisconsin. He was finally freeing himself from captivity. The narrator was filling his journey home with excitement and joy. Remember every city and every stop. Plus, marvel at the natural beauty that fills the scenery. In contrast to the “beauty of captivity” (320), which he felt on campus, this felt like freedom. There is no doubt that the narrator is more in touch with nature and his Native American roots than with white civilized culture. However, as he gets closer to home he is afraid of not being accepted, he says “… afraid of being considered an outsider by my own people” (323). He felt like he would have to prove himself once again, only this time it was in front of his own people. The closer the narrator got to his home, the happier he felt. “Everything seems to say: “Be happy! You are home now: you are free” (323). Although he felt as if he had found his true identity, he questioned it once again on his way to the lodge. The narrator thought, “If I were white I wouldn't believe that story; if I am Indian, I will know that there is an old woman under the ice” (323). At the moment he believed, there was a woman under the ice; She realized she had found her true identity, she was Native American. In that moment nothing mattered but that night, "[he], force yourself to forget school and white people, and be one of these: my people." (323). Him