Dear Diary, August 11th, 1805
This day, I completed my thirty-first year. I feel as if I have not done enough in my lifetime so far, for it is half way over. My foot is in horrible condition, scraped and swolen. It hurts siverely to walk, so I will not be walking along with Captain Clark and the men on this day. They have promised to bring me some buffalo meat and try to find a horse to bring back, for there is a long journey ahead. We will have to travel up the rockies, and the last thing I want to do is walk.
When Captain Lewis returned with the men and Seaman, I could hardly contain myself. The meat the crew found smelled unbearibly good. I enjoyed myself, savoring every morsel of the delicious, suculant buffalo. No horse had been found that day, but I was content with what had come.
This day, I completed my thirty-first year. I feel as if I have not done enough in my lifetime so far, for it is half way over. My foot is in horrible condition, scraped and swolen. It hurts siverely to walk, so I will not be walking along with Captain Clark and the men on this day. They have promised to bring me some buffalo meat and try to find a horse to bring back, for there is a long journey ahead. We will have to travel up the rockies, and the last thing I want to do is walk.
When Captain Lewis returned with the men and Seaman, I could hardly contain myself. The meat the crew found smelled unbearibly good. I enjoyed myself, savoring every morsel of the delicious, suculant buffalo. No horse had been found that day, but I was content with what had come.
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