Chapter 8 deer

I loved to hunt. We all did. The more we hunted, the better we did wording with a team-I and Lewis and the other men. One of my favorite came to me on a May day. We were by the river. It had been a very cold night. Me and Lewis got up early. This morning was quiet. Some Indians had spent the night by us. They got up early too. All of a sudden we saw Sergeant Nathaniel Pryor walk by another camp by us. He had a gun with him. I hope he was going to hunt. Outside the camp there was a salt lick which deer liked to eat it. Pryor was my favorite hunter. Then we saw a couple deer. A few minutes later we heard the shot. Pryor yelled, "Captain, your way!". Lewis and I jumped up. We ran toward the river. The deer saw me. It startled him. He stumbled back and turned right. I darted left. He obliged me by turning towards the river."Good Job Seaman!" Lewis yelled. Then the Indians came on there horses toward the river. Then the deer was trying to find his options. He didn't have many. The deer had a wound. But it didn't care right now. It jumped into the river and went has fast as he could. Then I heard it. The shot. The deer fell to the ground. We brought it up shore. As we sat down at the campfire that night The men talked about the chase and the part each of us had played. When they talked about me, Lewis put his hand on my head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

By Susanna