My westward journal #15
8-1-1820
Dear journal,
It’s now August. I don’t know how far we’ve traveled or how much farther we have to go. I lost track. Right know, our wagon train is at Fort Hall. It doesn’t look very nice. But, they’re selling really good but expensive stuff. Vegetables and fruit. I have not had any of this since the start of this trip! I’m so excited! Both mother and father bought some carrots and apples. Apples! Yay! I haven’t had apples in a long time. After my parents bought the produce, I took two apples, one for me and one for Jasper. He hasn’t had any apples in awhile either! When we were done with the apples, I went to the mail place to see if I got anything. I didn’t. Oh well.
Maggie, 10 years old
Dear journal,
It’s now August. I don’t know how far we’ve traveled or how much farther we have to go. I lost track. Right know, our wagon train is at Fort Hall. It doesn’t look very nice. But, they’re selling really good but expensive stuff. Vegetables and fruit. I have not had any of this since the start of this trip! I’m so excited! Both mother and father bought some carrots and apples. Apples! Yay! I haven’t had apples in a long time. After my parents bought the produce, I took two apples, one for me and one for Jasper. He hasn’t had any apples in awhile either! When we were done with the apples, I went to the mail place to see if I got anything. I didn’t. Oh well.
Maggie, 10 years old
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