The four of us walked into a little trading post. Theo went off with Squirrelfoot, telling of his plans to be president of the US some day. I walked with Jeremiah a bit, looking for news. We found this one eyed, one legged man with a colorful bird on his shoulder- claims to have just come from the gold boom town on the Klondike. Says the roads ( Read more... )

Seems Ted's luckier at Hold'em than I'd expect. Claims he's going to spend his winnings on some right lady from Tennessee he knows. Jeremiah found a what looks to me like a fish skeleton in a rock. He's really into fish now I guess. It's called a fosill or something. Squirrelfoot thinks it's bad mojo, but I don't really trust his instincts. Aint no ( Read more... )

Got everyone down for some poker. Took a bit of wrangling, but convinced them that winning at poker is quite better way to get even than tussling again. In any case, we all had a grand time, especially after some South Virginia moonshine was produced. I'm pretty sure I won some money, got some good hands all night- though I'm not entirely sure. My ( Read more... )

It all started when we were trying to start a fire for the night. Squirrelfoot was having trouble getting it lit, due to all the wood being so water logged. Jeremiah, being the helpful critter he is, offered to help. 'Ah don need yur wee paws messin up my work' he said, brushing Jeremiah aside. Well, of course what happens next is Jeremiah pushed ( Read more... )

Everything is gloomy. The dog's lonely without his litter mate- nothing's more pitiful than a sad, wet dog. And by wet, I mean absolutely soaked from this sudden, incessant rain. I ain't seen anything like this downpour since I was caught in that hurricane in New Orleans 21 years ago. Don't want to write too much, a wet diary don't last to long.

One thing that makes traveling way the hell and gone away in the wilderness is times like today. The trail'd been following a rocky creek for a while, when the stream opens up to a wide pool, and into this pool at the far end is a fine, fine waterfall- falling 25 ft into a rocky, foggy bottom. Theodore says in his grandiose way 'The beauty of the ( Read more... )

I seen a truly disturbing thing today. We was breaking camp after breakfast, Jeremiah doing dishes like usual and me packing the sleeping rolls. Theo's off doing his usual morning ablutions. I finish up and climb hillock to see what I can see of the trail ahead. What a surprise it was to see a flash of pink in a little clearing we passed on the ( Read more... )

It's my birthday already. It was a fine day for it all in all, and I was in good spirits throughout, as my friends did all the chores and muck work. In camp that night, under the starry sky, we celebrated. Ted passed around something he called Conyak. It's no whisky, but it'll do I suppose. Squirrelfoot, made me a coonskin hat. Nice thought, but ( Read more... )

Jeremiah's been gone only the past couple of hours, but I already miss his good humor. And here I was hoping to teach the newbie some poker, but ain't much fun without enough folks playing. Anyway, lord knows we need what he's there for, so I forgive the little guy his absence. I just hope he behaves himself at that little Fort he's heading to, but ( Read more... )

It's a sad day when one of your best friends dies. We were hiking out of the mountains when a mountain lion runs across the trail. The dogs chased after it, Theo catches one dog but I just get a handful of white fur. Squirrelfoot advises caution in that strange accent of his- you'd think a mountain chief's son could talk more proper like. By then, ( Read more... )