My father cut his finger while kindling, so now he cannot be a voyageur this year. Which is terrible, because we need money for food. I.m old enough to be a voyageur, and all my friends are working and they are not in school anymore, so I should go.
After we left St.Anne , I was misreable. I'm not getting getting along with my brigade because they make fun of my paddling and because I'm tiny. I have lots of blisters and my muscles are sore. I'm very homesick. I remember that my older sister made me memorize a poem.
My very first portage is very, very difficult. I only got one pack because its really heavy. How could voyageurs carry such heavy packs. Their all passing me now and I'm so embarssed that I'm only carrying one pack.
I.m finally going home after all these painful months
The paddling is hard because of the terrible weather.The waves where all over the place and getting into the canoe. When we where paddling, the bow kept rising upwards, and the water was getting higher. The winds where strong enough to tip our canoe, but we balanced it. When I was paddling across the big lake, my hands hurt from all the bloodied blisters.
Their where two seprate camps. One for the pork eaters, and the other for the hivernants(voyageurs who travel farther than grand portage).I knew I was here because of all the people that where carrying boxes and talking to the indians.
I am returning to Lachine with the brigade, I am returning because I couldn't even last the trip we made here, but I will sign up again next spring because I have gotten stronger and more comfortable with paddling. I have learned hardship, teamwork, and to keep going after all these months.