My Diary
June 15th, 1805
I gather in learnt a French song today. I have found singing is a great way to be entertained and escape reality while locomotion the presbyopic tedious roads of our journey. With over two months left of our occupation trip I already miss my family tremendously. I asked the separate members how they cope with missing their families. They simply said: Youll pop use to it. Just make yourself in reality busy everyday and you wont tied(p) have time to think about them. I am not confident I will be fit to distract myself from missing my family. However, I will try my ruff to practice their advice in hopes it will succeed.
With our food consumption consisting of solely four fish and some pemican we decided to restrain onshore and hunt for food. As we were about to begin we were golden to meet up with some first nations women. They offered us pemmican and harvested wild rice to eat and even provided us brisk clothing. Their generosity and kindness deeply touched us; we pattern wed do something kind in return when we come concealment in the next season.
Continuing our journey to Fort Garry we paddled through Lake Winnipeg to the north-central Saskatchewan River. On this immense lake, the suggestion and waves often made the canoeing impossible. Consequently, we were hale to wait on shore huddled in our petty tent for the water to calm. Sam told us stories of his dad and his bearing as a voyageur.
He told us to toss a button into the lake and make a wish. Following his instructions I made a wish for the wind to change directions and to my astonishment, it worked! With the wind now behind us, we raised a sail and began traveling three...
although this is not considered as an essay, but this journal entries ar really well written and creative!!! great job!!! you are very imaginery and the way you described the voyagers life is awsome!!
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