My name is Pierre and I just became a voyageur. I became one because my father chopped his thumb of doing my job of chopping the kindling and I think it´s my fault so I signed on to replace my father. I will be leaving soon.
I didn't realize that being a voyageur would be so hard. Everybody is teasing me and Beloit is quite mean. My whole body hurts and I am exhausted from paddling. Sometimes I wish I was back at home, in school.
On our first rapids we had to paddle up stream and it was hard and painful with me blistered hand. On our second rapids we portaged and it was harder and it hurt more because of the weight. My pack was heavier than the others because someone put extra musket balls in it so it weighed more than a double pack.
At first the weather was nice on Lake Superior so we decided to head across open water, but then a storm came. The waves were huge and the rain was hard. We started to take on water and, as the youngest own on board, it was my job to bail water from the boat. We were forced to stop at Michipicoten Island for the night.
We made it! When I first saw the fort I was surprised at the simplicity of it. My father spoke so reverently of it that I imagined a castle. When I first saw it, it looked deserted, even though I new it was home to over a thousand Ojibwe who built the canoes and supplied meat for the company. We raced to the shore and our canoe lost so we had to unload.
It is time to return to Lachine. I thought about staying as a hivernant but I decided against it. We left at three A.M. The hivernants went north the day before. I think I will sign on again next year and maybe become a hivernant then. I can´t wait to get home and see my family. I will eat my mothers food, soak in warm, clean water and I my schooling could help get a spot as a clerk for the company. Being a voyageur was hard, challenging, but also fun.