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| P.S. I entertained
the men of the expedition with my fiddle playing in the evenings.
My skills as a boatman helped everyone, and sometimes I was
an interpreter with Indian tribes we met. On the way back from
the expedition, I was out hunting with Captain Lewis, and saw
a deer just a few yards away. Well, I thought it was a deer,
I really did. Anyway, it is hard for a man with eyesight as
bad as mine to see the difference between a man and a deer sometimes.
Anyway, I accidentally shot poor Captain Lewis, making it very
difficult for him to sit down for many weeks. I was so sorry
to be the cause of such pain to him. I later served with fur
traders, and was killed by Indians before 1828. |
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