~*~Journals~*~

The firs’ of March,

My name is Forrest Marshall Schlummpp. It is the night befo me and me clan leaves from St. Louis, Missourie. Back 'bout 30 years befo I wasa hired as a frontiers man for Lewis ‘n Clark, I was thee best frontiers man around. I was a extremelie well hunta back ‘n mya day. I herred cattle, buffalo, and horses. I did almost everything a real man is ‘posed ta do. I always need my big huntin’ gun fo extra potection. I am exremelie ascared of this expedition because I won’t bea seein’ my family fo who knows how long. This journey wil’ hopfullie be quiet a experence foa me 'cause I’m not aware of whatsa out thurr. I ama hopin’ I willa make it thurr ‘n bac alive.

 

 

The secon' of March,

Today is relly imporen’ ta me cuza we just arrived at the Missouri Riva. The riva isn’t eny thing I xpected it to be. Everaything is so green n fresh, n the riva is so clean and brigh’. I neva though’ id make it all tha way herr. The fish is the bes’ ive eva had, its so good n delicious. Hopefully we will afind mo’ rivas alon’ the way.