It’s 5:00 am in morning, March 5th, today is not going to be a normal day. Today is the day where we leave to go on the Oregon Trail. I got dressed quietly, I didn’t want to wake up my brother. I checked the supplies and I read the pamphlet that I got at the local town center. Talking to myself, I said, “flour, yes, bacon, yes, sugar, yes, coffee, yes, lard, yes; I’m pretty sure we have everything in the supplies list in the pamphlet.” Startling me, my brother said “Good Morning.” I replied, “Are you excited?“ My brother, John said “Yeah” in a tired voice. I said, “Let's have some coffee.” I had some coffee with John. He said, “Did you check all the supplies?” I replied, “Yes, I just finished doing that when you woke up.” I said, “you should get …show more content…
dressed.” He replied “I should” in lazy voice and got dressed. When John said he was done, I called him over and said, “Are you ready?” He replied “yes” in loud voice. John and I loaded up the wagon with all the supplies. When we were leaving, John said “There's no ammunition!” in a worried voice. I said, “wait here” and I raced into the house. I could not find any ammunition, I thought maybe we could buy some ammunition. I went back to the wagon and told my brother “We will just but some ammunition” in a relieved voice. When we got to the place we were going to buy ammunition, I said to my brother, “I’ll go get the money.” When I looked for it, I couldn't find it. I said “There’s no money!” in a loud voice to my brother. My brother replied “What will we do?” in a worried voice. I said, “Maybe he will trade the ammunition for something else.” When I walked to the salesperson I said, “We forgot to bring the money, is there anything we can trade with for the ammunition besides money?” He said, “There is one thing you can trade, food, 200 pounds of food.” I said, “Wait let me discuss this with my brother.” I said to my brother, “Do think we should we should do it?” My brother replied, “Let's do it, we can make up that food by hunting.” I said to the person “We will trade.” He said “OK” and we traded, shook hands, and went off to go on the Oregon Trail.This is March 5th, day one of the Oregon Trail.
June 4, day 61 Today is a special day, we are at the halfway point in the Oregon Trail. When I woke up at 5:00 AM, I said to myself “Good morning” and I got dressed, crouching, trying to not hit the top of the tent. Then I walked out of the tent and I grabbed one of the guns. I got some ammunition and went hunting. It was a good morning for hunting. When I got to the hunting area, I found a bison. BAMM! I shot it and I heard the sound of the bison fall. It made a big thud. I then skinned and cleaned it and cut away the meat. I put the meat in the bag that I brought with me and I filled it with 100 pounds of meat, which was all I could carry. After that, I went back to where the wagon was stationed. When I was about to tell my brother about all of the meat, he said, “I think I'm getting sick.” I replied, “What makes you think that?” He said, “My stomach feels real
——” He tripped and fell on his arm. I rushed towards him and I said, “Are you ok?“ He replied, “I think I broke my arm, it hurts!!!” I said, “Don’t move, let me put a splint on you” He said, “OK.” He sounded like he was in agony. While my brother was lying down, I noticed how little ammunition we had. I hadn’t been able to find anyone to trade with for the last 2 weeks. “I sure hope I find someone soon to trade with,” I thought in my head. At that point, I figured it was time to start moving on the trail. I carried my sleeping brother on to the wagon. I packed up the supplies and put them on the wagon and then we continued on the trail. This is June 4th, day 61 of the Oregon Trail.
The American-Indian documentary film is based on the historical eviction of the Native Americans from their homelands. The documentary is a five part series that span from the 17th to the 20th century beginning with the arrival of the Puritans, the tensions with the Native Americans and their eventual eviction from their homelands. Part III ‘Trail of Tears’ is about tribal debates on how the Cherokee people accepted the policy of assimilation into the Western lifestyle in order to keep their lands and safeguard the Cherokee nation but the white Americas discriminated them regarding them as savages. Their removal was part of Andrew Jackson’s policy to forcefully evict the Indians from the east of the Mississippi River to Oklahoma. The journey is referred to as the ‘Trail of
I noticed a few graves of people whom have died of the disease cholera (Document C). Some campers may need to
The Trail of Tears: The Story of the American Indian Removal 1813-1855. By Jahoda, Gloria. (New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1975. Pp. 356. Foreword, notes, bibliography, index.)
After an hour and forty five minute drive I was home. I still had over two hours of prime hunting left. I saw several deer that afternoon but they were all too far away for a shot. Just before dark I had a doe come in to about 125 yards away. Knowing that there was little chance that I could hit the deer I took a shot. Sure enough It was a clean miss. Disappointed I hopped back in my car and headed back to East Lansing. The next day I got up at five in the morning and headed to Muskegon. The next Tuesday my roommate and I decided to try are luck again. My roommate and I went to high school together and we had always been hunting partners. I had a class at one o'clock that day so we could only hunt till eleven that morning. We were in the field a half hour before light. I was optimistic that I could get a descent shot off that morning.
Life and death, happiness and sadness, loneliness and company, frustration and understanding, guilt and content. All of these are emotions that you will experience as you walk in Toby’s footsteps through The Trail, written by Meika Hashimoto. In the story, the main characters are Toby, Lucas, Denver, Sean, and Moose. The main setting is a portion of the Appalachian Trail, along with many shelters throughout that section of the Appalachian Trail. In the beginning of the story, it introduces Toby, the protagonist, and hints at his reasoning behind why he is hiking the Appalachian Trail in the first place. It also introduces Lucas, Toby’s best friend, and some of the ways that whatever happened between them effects Toby. The overall conflict, or problem in The Trail is Toby battling guilt and the emotional aspect all together, along with the physical obstacles he has to face. The solution to the problem is Toby becoming content with who he is, what has happened between
It's three o'clock in the morning. I've been sleeping since eight p.m., and now my alarm clock is telling me that it's time to wake up. Most people are sleeping at this hour of the night, but I'm just now waking up to pack up my gear and head into the forest for the morning. Last night I packed my .30-06, tree stand, a small cooler full of food and a rucksack full of hunting equipment including deer scent, camouflage paint and a flashlight. I've been planning a hunt for two weeks, and the weekend has finally come. I get up from bed, shake off the cold of the morning and get ready to leave by four.
Today was another interesting day. My friends and I went to our traditional tree to look out, yet another day, for kidnappers. To my surprise, I found some! It was up to me to alert the neighbor kids so that they could capture the man before our parents returned home. These foreign men were always trying to come over and steal us, most of the time we were able to group together to fight them off.
Between 1840 and 1950, over fifty-three thousand people travelled the Oregon Trail. Native American exposure to diseases such as smallpox and diphtheria decimated the tribes, and that along with the encroachment of settlers on tribal lands, was the cause of much strife between Native Americans and the incoming Europeans. The Land Donation Law, a government land giveaway allotting three-hindred twenty acres to white males and six-hundred forty to married white couples, gave impetus to the western expansion and the American idea of "Manifest destiny." This promotion of migration and families also allowed America to strentghen its hold on Oregon, in the interests of displacing British claims.
“Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.” This was one of the famous quotes that the pioneers came up with because the baby would be the last one to take a bath. I don’t agree with the people who traveled the long and treacherous trail to Oregon because they just put themselves in danger. There were many dangerous conflicts that the pioneers did not think of before they went on their journey west. All of the conflicts could have been avoided if the pioneers decided to stay in their homes in the east and not traveled the Oregon Trail. The conflicts could not have been avoided because the pioneers that decided to travel where not prepared for the things that could happen to them.
The Oregon Trail was a very important aspect in the history of our country’s development. When Marcus and Narcissa Whitman made the first trip along the Oregon Trail, many Americans saw a window of opportunity. The Oregon Trail was the only practical way to pass through the Rockies. Pioneers crammed themselves into small wagons to try to make it to the unsettled land; however, 10% of these pioneers died on the way due to disease and accidents.
I was too excited to sleep that night so I just stayed up and read. It was finally 4:30 in the morning and time to get up. After a quick bowl of cereal. I jumped in the pickup and drove to where I was going to hunt. It was still dark when I got there so I grabbed my stuff and started up the mountain. I got to where I wanted to glass from, and waited for it to get light, so I could start looking for elk.
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every
I was hunting for my wife and children who lived in the cave-house I built for them last winter. I and my two boys of the age of sixty and seventy-two seasons skinned the T-rex. It took three days to haul all the meat back to the cave house. My wife stored the meat in the underground cavern we had, which we usually used to hide ourselves from hunting dinosaurs.