The Mountain Men - Diary Entry

March 19, 1810,

A few weeks ago, my friends and I set traps in search of beaver fur. We waited for the dumb, wood-chewing animals to get trapped in them. A few days later, we hiked back to the place where we set the traps. To my surprise, I saw about fifteen beavers all trapped. My party of five each beat up three beavers with sticks that we found on the ground. After that, we skinned the beavers and left their meat to rot.

On our way back, we faced many hardships. First of all, there were the diseases. One of my friends died by a strange, unknown disease. The next hardship was the animal attacks. There was a sneak attack by a bear. It killed another one of my friends. Only three of us were left. We were hungry and tired, so we stole some food from a nearby Indian tribe. We got caught and they shot arrows at us. One of them flew right past me and pierced my friend's back. He was killed. It was just me and a friend. Robbers! Thieves! They stabbed my partner to death. At least I'm still alive. I eventually made it back to town, and I still have my fur. Yay!

As I walked into town, the first thing I thought of was my dehydration. Then I thought of beer. I traded my fur for beer. I drank and drank until I was drunk. Today, I start another fur-trapping adventure!