If only I had gotten out of bed, none of this would've happened. This is all my fault!
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by fate...
This morning my father accidentally chopped off part of his thumb due to me refusing to wake up and do my own work. Now, my family might not have enough money to survive, so I went to go get a job as a voyageur.
My body aches from paddling so much. Maybe I'm not meant for this. Emile is only a few years older than me, and he doesn't look like he's tired yet. Many of the men are very energetic and fun to be around.
The rapids are harsh, rocky, and tiring, but LaLonde motivates me to keep on going. Beloit absolutely hates me however, but I don't seem to know why.
Lake Superior is very rough, and not just because of the waters. LaLonde lost his hold and was swept away under the water, and presumably dead. With him gone not only are the voyageurs sad about his death, but our brigade has to deal with Beloit being our bowsman.
Wow! We finally made it to the Grand Portage. It's such a relief to be here. I got to meet Charbonneau's friend Mukwa, and his daughter Kennewah.
At last, it is time to return home to Lachine. I'm looking forward to doing this again next spring, but I also want some time to relax with my friends and family. Being a voyageur has been a great experience for me, and I'm glad I took on this amazing opportunity.