Meriweather Lewis and William
Clark
These fine men are to lead
the Corps of Discovery
Will you be one of the fine
young men to explore
the west with them?
Sign up in St. Louis,
Missouri today!
This is what the poster said and I wasn't about to let
this opportunity go by. I wanted to explore the west with Lewis and
Clark!
Hi, I'm Red Thompson, I grew up in the frontier state of
Tennessee. So it was expected that when I read this ad I would be in
St. Louis as fast as possible. I'm 24 but I still live in the house I
grew up in. So naturally my Ma wasn't too happy with me deciding to
sign up. But my Pa was thrilled, in fact I think he would have signed
up himself if he hadn't of been 73 years old!
I bought my stage coach ticket the day after reading the
ad. I was leaving the next day at 9:00 AM! So the next day at nine, I
said my goodbyes and I was off.
I arrived in St. Louis at 6:00 PM after a bumpy ride in
the stage coach. I paid my fees and I immediately went to the town
hall to sign up. The Captains were going to pick their team in four
days!
So in four day's time we finally met the two captains,
Lewis and Clark. They looked all of us over and finally chose a group
of about fifty young men. I was one of them! Yeehaw!!!! I'm going
west!
We packed all the things we needed for the long journey
ahead of us on two keel boats. And we were off within a week.
We started our journey in 1804 and none of us knew that
it would be two years before we saw the U.S. again. Most of the
expedition took place on the Missouri river. We paddled our way
upstream on our keel boats. And let me tell you, it was hard work! To
start, we had to have people resting and some men paddling. Then
after a bit we would swap. But even with short rests we were
exhausted by the end of the first day. The rest of the summer
basically was the same as the first day, paddling, eating, paddling,
etc.
But we also had encounters with Native Americans more
frequently as we paddled closer to the Rocky Mountains. A handful of
the Indians were friendly but others not so much. One of the less
friendly was the Sioux Nation. When we arrived at one of there many
villages we were all prepared for a fight. It was a good thing too
because the village Chief wasn't pleased with the gifts we were
presenting to him. Most of the other tribes were very pleased but not
the Sioux. We also didn't have a very good translator. So when the
the Captain tried to explain what had happened to the land we were
on, the Chief didn't really know what was happening. And once again
this didn't please him. Things weren't looking to good. Especially
when the Chief ordered his Braves to take our canoes for themselves.
We scrambled to take them back. Eventually we paddled away safely
with no one injured but that was the worst experience with Native
Americans so far.
When winter started to approach the Captains decided
that we needed to find a friendly Indian tribe to spend the winter
with. When we came upon the Mandan tribe we all thought this was the
tribe we had been looking for. They were very friendly and even gave
us food in return of our usual gifts to the Indians. Metal beads,
medals, gems, and other trinkets like that.
The Captains found an area to build a fort for us to
stay in during the winter. This fort would be called Fort Mandan in
honor of the Indian tribe right next to it. We all helped build the
fort and after a few weeks of intense labor we finished it. It wasn't
pretty but it would do nicely.
That winter was a very cold winter. We didn't enjoy the
cold but we did enjoy the fun we had. Singing around the campfires at
night. Dancing to the fiddle and other things like that.
When spring rolled around we didn't want to say goodbye
to our Indian friends but we had to. During the winter an Indian girl
and her husband had decided to go along with us. Their names were
Sacagawea and Charbonneu. Charbonneu was a French trader. Sacagawea
was a Shoshone Indian who had been captured by the Mandans in a war.
And so the expedition continued. The first leg of the
journey was grueling. We had to go through the Rocky mountains.
During the winter we had traded our canoes for horses. That was so it
would be easier to go across the mountains with all of our cargo. We
didn't want to carry our canoes all the way. That would be tough.
After hard weeks of hiking we made it to the top of the
Rockies. We found the head waters of the Snake River we made dugouts.
Dugouts are canoes that are made by carving or burning ou the inside
of a tree trunk.
After we had made enough dugouts for all of us to fit
into, we found suitable water and continued our journey. This time
instead of paddling against the current we were going with the
current. So all we had to do was steer and hold on tight. The reason
I say hold on tight is because there were a lot of rapids. Sometimes
we would even have to go around the rapids by land because the
current was to strong for our tiny canoes.
We made our way down the Snake River and eventually
ended up finding the Shoshones. That's right the Shoshones,
Sacagaweas family, Shoshones. She was thrilled to finally get home.
And to make things better, she found out that her brother was the
Chief! They were overjoyed to see each other.
After the family reunion, we made our way to the
Columbia River. We all started to get restless. Where was the Pacific
Ocean?
A few days later we had in view what looked to be the
Pacific Ocean! We had arrived! But in the morning we spotted land on
the other side of the water. If this was the Pacific then how could
we see land on the other side? We finally concluded that the river
had just gotten sooo wide that it made it look like an ocean.
So we continued our journey. A few weeks later we
finally reached the Pacific Ocean! And this time we had actually
found it! Wa-hoo!
But the celebrations were short lived. We realized that
winter was coming and we needed a place to stay and fast. So the
Captains searched for suitable places to build a fort. We finally
found a spot. And it was near the Clatsop Indian tribe too. Which was
a good thing because they were friendly and offered food to us. So,
we built Fort Clatsop.
That winter there was hardly one day without rain. It
rained and rained and RAINED! And to make matters worse it was really
cold. I can't believe it didn't snow!
After a grueling winter we headed back up the Columbia
River towards home. Our journey home took a whole year less than our
trip going. One and a half years going, six months back. But that
doesn't mean it wasn't just as hard. Because it was just as
hard.
After the Rockies it was smooth sailing. Instead of
paddling against the Missouri, we were paddling with it. We arrived
back in St. Louis on September 23, 1806.
There were huge crowds to welcome us back! We were
heroes! And guess what?! My Ma and Pa were there to welcome me back
to the states too!
That day was even better than the day we found the
Pacific Ocean!
The End