Monday, June 8, 2015

March 29, 1870

Kansas. 

I spent the morning exploring the Apache village and watching the animals interact with one another, since most of the tribe was out hunting for the day. I went up to the top of the mountain where I had looked over the lands with the chief yesterday, and tried to feel at peace again. 

I went over to the dock and sat down, watching the beavers working together as a team to get the job done. I marvelled at how they seemed to know so well what the other beaver was doing without even so much as a sound, but just from a look. I realized the beavers could communicate through ways other than through sounds and tried to watch them. 

I wondered if the beaver was what Nah was talking about in reference to a guide. I felt sure of myself and what I did with the newspaper, and I knew that I had to promote the truth, no matter what people thought of me. I reached into the lake and scooped some water, taking it to drink. I decided this was my new favourite spot; sitting on the rock, looking over the water, watching the beavers at work. 

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