April 31 1763

             Today we are dropping off some furs for a fur trade in Minnesota and I can hear the swooshing of the water from my canoe. The wonderful sound of Loon calls is amazing humming through my ear, and the cool breeze flowing my hair in the wind and brushing across my face. The dull sunlight is very calming as it arises , and as we get closer to shore there's a big THUMP from the canoe hitting the land that we arrive at. As we approached the Natives came with bow and arrows with the small stretching sound of the bow being pulled back zzzzip. They had taken the furs and gave us gold for it and we set off back to camp with a big abnormal sound from the water splashing up and rushing the canoe home.