Meriwether Lewis Journey Report

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May 21- July 31 We started upstream on the Missouri River from the St Louis area camp. We had been preparing for the expedition since fall of last year. Me and nearly four dozen other men met up with Meriwether Lewis. We started making our way up the Missouri on a fiftyfive foot long keelboat and two smaller pirogues. As we traveled, I spent most of his time on the boat, charting the course of our journey and mapping it out the river and such, while Meriwether was often ashore studying the landforms, animals, and plants. Everyone was always on the lookout for Indians, hoping they would be peaceful, and prepared to shoot in case they weren’t. At 600 miles, we still haven’t encountered any Indians. August 1 - 31 At sunset, a party of Oto…show more content…
To his astonishment, there were five different falls. Lewis rejoined me, and six days later the portage began. It was the hardest physical task of the trip so far. Beyond the falls rose the Rocky Mountains. July 21 - August 7 The closer we came to the mountains, the more formidable the snow-covered peaks became. Once we crossed the Continental Divide, we could ride the westward-flowing Columbia River. But the trek from the Missouri River to the Columbia River was going to require horses. And to get horses, we would have to find the Shoshone tribe. August 8-24 Today Lewis spotted an Indian on horseback. It was a Shoshone at last. The Shoshone led us to his chief, who in a dramatic stroke of luck turned out to be Sacagawea’s brother. Soon we were bargaining with the chief, Cameahwait, for horses. At first, a knife and an old shirt bought us a horse. But every day the price rose. Most of the animals were in poor condition. We also secured information from the Shoshone. An old man described a trail that led across the Continental Divide. Now we had a way over the…show more content…
We reached the Snake River on October 10. Six days later, we arrived at the Columbia River and stopped to rest and meet Indians who had gathered along the shore; in one village I had estimated there were 10,000 pounds of dried salmon. We then headed down the Columbia. Upon reaching a wide body of water, I waxed momentous. We had reached the Pacific Ocean. Ocean in view! O! the joy. Fierce Pacific storms, rolling waters, and high winds pinned us down for three weeks. The most disagreeable time I have experienced. By the middle of November, we acutally made it to the Pacific. Eagerly we scanned the gray, rolling waves of the ocean for the masts of a ship that could carry us home. December 8 - 30 We decided to make camp south of the Columbia. On a slight rise along the banks of a small river, we cleared a site of trees and brush and built Fort Clatsop. Our time at the fort was monotonous, spent making moccasins and buckskin clothing, storing food, and working on maps. Even Christmas Day was gloomy, our dinner was stringy elk meant and roots. Rain was

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