Diary #2

October 1, 1842

Dear Diary,
Today I have a math lesson. Since my parents were both educated when they were my age and I live forty five miles away from the nearest school, my Ma teaches me when she is not making rounds to the sick.
After my math lesson, With consists of multiplying multi-digit numbers, I take a short break and go make a leaf pile with Youngbird. We use our hands to rake in the leaves and then Youngbird takes a running start and jumps into the pile! We laugh and have a good time. Then my Pa leans his head out of the cabin and said it was time for lunch.

Lunch consisted of squash, bean, and pumpkin soup. It was delicious! I assume Youngbird thinks so too because when I look over at her, her plate looked as if it had been licked clean.

 After lunch, Youngbird and I help my father carve designs into a canoe that a family wanted us to make. once we are done with it, we have to carry it seventeen miles to another blacksmith shop where we will meet the family there.

 At dinner we pray to the Deer God, and the Medicine Men.
" We only kill what is needed to feed our families, and we are sorry."
My family has memorized the Deer God speech since I was two. This was very important to do. We do not want the Deer God to be angry with us or he might take away all of the deer in our land. Our Medicine Men are very skilled. They could make medicine with roots of trees and plant herbs. They were more skilled than white people. Sometime they even worked with white doctors. I am tucked into my blankets and kissed on top of my head. Good night sun.

Mohaka