and fellow students at
Wright-Humason School
for the Deaf in NYC
.
Sunset and mountain range, Alabama
.
Nightlife in Connecticut, 1948
.
Church, I think
.
Family picnic and day of fun
!
From: http://www.lewisandclarkexpedition.com/~meriwetherlewis/
Subject: Personal Web Journal, Entry #47
Let me ask you a question.
If you’ve been chosen to lead an expedition to the West Coast of the Americas by the President of the United States himself,
and you stick your neck out (and even He) so that a friend of yours with a much lower rank (i.e., Second Lieutenant) can co-lead
such an expedition, and you even go out of your way to refer to him as Captain even though he’s never even held the rank of
Captain… Don’t you think that if his whistling is getting on your nerves and you ask him to stop whistling even though the
Indians seem to like the whistling (which he’ll continue to tell you over and over and over again)… that he should stop the
whistling?
It’s not that I abhor whistling. Before the Corps of Discovery left Saint Charles, Missouri, for the West Coast, I often found
myself whistling in times of relaxation and thoughtfulness. But whistling the same song ( MP3 link here ), over and over and over again, over the course of five months, and giving such an invented song a title like “The Whistling
Walk” and insisting on learning how to translate that into a variety of native languages just so you can make sure they know
the name in their own tongues is, well, annoying.
And while I’m on the subject of whistling. I’d also like to ask you a second question. If you’ve been chosen by the Captain
of a high-profile exploration mission to the West Coast and he sticks out his neck for you and even refers to you as Captain
in front of all the other Privates on such an exploration, and one day you ask to borrow your friend/Captain’s rifle to kill
an animal… And during the process of killing such an animal you get dirt and gunk in the trigger… And your Captain/friend
asks you to clean out the trigger area so it doesn’t rust… And you tell him you will… And then you never do it… And you
get asked again every day for two months to clean out the trigger and you still don’t do it… Don’t you consider that to be,
well, wrong?
And don’t get me started on the coughing of one fellow Captain, who also loves to tell stories that have no endings whatsoever , tries to make leadership decisions and proclamations that are obviously not his own, expects that he should be the liaison
between President Jefferson and all Indians for the sole reason that he knows French (which doesn’t even have any bearing
on the situation) and that he should also get the most of a meal because he needs more energy, which will help him in his
leadership techniques when, in fact, he has no leadership techniques whatsoever.
I think that’s all I have to say today.
From: http://www.lewisandclarkexpedition.com/~williamclark/
Subject: Personal Web Journal, Entry #47
Things are going so great!
I can’t express how great things are going here in our exploration to the West Coast of the Americas. Really, being Captain
of the expedition has been both enlightening and exciting, since every single member of my team looks up to me as the ultimate
leader of this trip!
I have a story to share with all our readers, which I think will be extremely telling and exciting to all of you who are keeping
up here on the Corps of Discovery Weblogs . Having met the Yankton Indians, our group decided to sit down with their governing council in an attempt to inform them
that this land, now, belonged to the United States. We were, as instructed, ready to offer such natives the protection and
trade agreements in exchange for the safety of the land when something very insane happened—
On a totally unrelated note, “The Whistling Walk” has now become the favorite whistle song of the entire company—and
Wright-Humason School
for the Deaf in NYC
.
Sunset and mountain range, Alabama
.
Nightlife in Connecticut, 1948
.
Church, I think
.
Family picnic and day of fun
!
From: http://www.lewisandclarkexpedition.com/~meriwetherlewis/
Subject: Personal Web Journal, Entry #47
Let me ask you a question.
If you’ve been chosen to lead an expedition to the West Coast of the Americas by the President of the United States himself,
and you stick your neck out (and even He) so that a friend of yours with a much lower rank (i.e., Second Lieutenant) can co-lead
such an expedition, and you even go out of your way to refer to him as Captain even though he’s never even held the rank of
Captain… Don’t you think that if his whistling is getting on your nerves and you ask him to stop whistling even though the
Indians seem to like the whistling (which he’ll continue to tell you over and over and over again)… that he should stop the
whistling?
It’s not that I abhor whistling. Before the Corps of Discovery left Saint Charles, Missouri, for the West Coast, I often found
myself whistling in times of relaxation and thoughtfulness. But whistling the same song ( MP3 link here ), over and over and over again, over the course of five months, and giving such an invented song a title like “The Whistling
Walk” and insisting on learning how to translate that into a variety of native languages just so you can make sure they know
the name in their own tongues is, well, annoying.
And while I’m on the subject of whistling. I’d also like to ask you a second question. If you’ve been chosen by the Captain
of a high-profile exploration mission to the West Coast and he sticks out his neck for you and even refers to you as Captain
in front of all the other Privates on such an exploration, and one day you ask to borrow your friend/Captain’s rifle to kill
an animal… And during the process of killing such an animal you get dirt and gunk in the trigger… And your Captain/friend
asks you to clean out the trigger area so it doesn’t rust… And you tell him you will… And then you never do it… And you
get asked again every day for two months to clean out the trigger and you still don’t do it… Don’t you consider that to be,
well, wrong?
And don’t get me started on the coughing of one fellow Captain, who also loves to tell stories that have no endings whatsoever , tries to make leadership decisions and proclamations that are obviously not his own, expects that he should be the liaison
between President Jefferson and all Indians for the sole reason that he knows French (which doesn’t even have any bearing
on the situation) and that he should also get the most of a meal because he needs more energy, which will help him in his
leadership techniques when, in fact, he has no leadership techniques whatsoever.
I think that’s all I have to say today.
From: http://www.lewisandclarkexpedition.com/~williamclark/
Subject: Personal Web Journal, Entry #47
Things are going so great!
I can’t express how great things are going here in our exploration to the West Coast of the Americas. Really, being Captain
of the expedition has been both enlightening and exciting, since every single member of my team looks up to me as the ultimate
leader of this trip!
I have a story to share with all our readers, which I think will be extremely telling and exciting to all of you who are keeping
up here on the Corps of Discovery Weblogs . Having met the Yankton Indians, our group decided to sit down with their governing council in an attempt to inform them
that this land, now, belonged to the United States. We were, as instructed, ready to offer such natives the protection and
trade agreements in exchange for the safety of the land when something very insane happened—
On a totally unrelated note, “The Whistling Walk” has now become the favorite whistle song of the entire company—and
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