Chapter 7 Kidnapped

York and I were a convenient duo to Indians. York was black like me, and the Indians had never seen a black person before. They would rub his to see if it would come off. They thought that he had magical powers. He loved it. He would dance around and yell a lot as if he had magical powers! As for me, some thought that Lewis tamed a black bear cub and kept it as a pet. Most thought I had magic powers just like York.

When we met Indian tribes, most were OK. But the one that I hate the most are the Clatsop. The men were very somber when we were in Clatsop territory. They steal things from us! We don't usually try to get it back, but once they stole a member of our party. Me! Well I was just going a little outside the camp when I smelled their dirty smell. The first one scratched my fur and whispered to me. The second one came up to me. I expected that he would scratch my back too, but he put a rope around my neck. I glared at him. I jerked my head two times. Then the third one came to me it pulled a piece of beaver out. I couldn't resist. I ate the beaver in two bites. Then he pulled out another beaver out. I went. They went a little faster then I wanted, but I was used to Lewis's fast pace. When we were walking through the forest I heard voices. The Indians were scared so they stopped. I recognized the voices because they were my men's voices. The Indians tried to pull me to get with them, but I stood my ground. They finally went away.
by Coulson