Personal Narrative: The Shoshone River

In 1804 I was asked by Thomas Jefferson to go to our newly purchase the Louisiana territory. I left in 1804 with Meriwether Lewis and William Clark to find a northwest passage and tell the Native Americans that we own the newly purchased Louisiana territory. Lewis, Clark, and I also found many new plants and animal life. After we discovered that there was not a northwest passage we started going back home. This expedition was very long it took us 2 years and 4 months.

wasn't that big and nice. The land is actually in bad conditions when we got there and it still is now. The U.S. soldiers told us that this will be our new home and we had to stay here. If we left, then we might have been prosecuted and worst of all killed. They also said that this is a reservation and by law we had to stay here for now. I went toward the U.S. soldiers and ask, them what was a reservation? They said it was an area of land given by the government for Native Americans to occupy.My face was turning red, I was enraged because we were told to move away from our terrain and to adjust our lives to be on a reservation. We are humans, just like them, meaning we should be treated the same as them and not be set aside like if we something meaningless. In the reservations, we couldn't survive with these kinds of conditions because we need it to hunt buffaloes. buffaloes are our main source that provided almost everything needed to survive. Buffalo provided us with food, tools, weapons, and clothing. It wasn't possible for us to hunt buffalo in reservations because buffaloes, where it usually found in reservations or near reservations.Most Native Americans and I were crying because we lost our spirits a fight. We lost our spirit to fight because the United States troops and the government took our land that was rightly ours, most Native Americans died during the trails of tears. They made us move to a horrible place with the worst conditions that mankind could have imagined.The conditions of the houses on the reservation had the same conditions of a reservation overall. The houses in the reservations are tenements because the houses were poorly built. The ceilings of the houses were poorly built because it seemed that it was going to fall down in view of the fact that the rain made the ceiling fall apart. In the circumscribed land, there wasn’t a multitudinous quantity of stores. The stores

Traditionally the Western Shoshone Nation’s ancestral land covers an area spanning from southern California, clear through Nevada, and barely touching southern Idaho. Within this scope of land is the previously mentioned Yucca Mountain, but also Mount Tenabo, a mountain in the Cortez Range of Northern Nevada, which is currently subject to mining. This large area of land is know as the Great Basin, where the habitat is dependent on the rain and snow melt water which comes off the high mountains, feeding the creeks which keep the living, living. Mount Tenabo is one such mountain; however it also holds a place in Shoshone creation stories, and is the site of ancient burials causing it to be of great importance to the entire nation of the Western Shoshone. The people of the Western Shoshone Nation still use the mountain to gather medical plants from these sacred places of their ancestors, and hold ceremonies.

Wow! When we ride around on dirt roads every weekend, we always see people with nice and exciting fourwheelers or golfcarts going to the sand pit.Sometimes people will take their fourwheeler to the sand pit in Axson, even a new fourwheeler.They will go in deep water with it. If I had one I would not go in water with it, at first anyway.But in Axson now, there is water over the roads, because the Satilla River is out of the banks.The water is so much out of the banks, you can not go under the bridge at Axson.

Shoshone people are a group of Native Americans Indians that live for a long time ago like in the early 1990. They were also called in different name, like for example " Digger Indians" and "Snake Indians". The Shoshone Indians live in groups of ten people. Some Shoshone people live in the mountains but some don't, others live in the forest, some of them live close to the river. They also live in both East and West of Rocky Mountains. Some Shoshone people farm but some of them don't. They hunt animal for example rabbits,deers,birds and others kind of animals.

Hey, its me carbon, it's nice up here in the atmosphere. Been here for 21 years now. I've gotten along well with the nitrogen and oxygen up here. However i've heard that the colorado river is nice this time of year. Just gonna go and dizolve myself into the beautiful colorado. The locals are nice here too in the hydrosphere.

So today I helped my mama plant crops while my papa was out hunting for dinner. My uncles and brothers were building a mound for my grandmother who had just passed away. My aunt and her new husband were preparing to live in their grasshouse, that mama and I had helped with. My grandfather had just approved my aunt Shiloh to marry Achak from the Ely Shoshone Tribe. My new uncle had already had 3 other wives making my aunt his fourth wife. When the wedding ceremony was over, our tribe and Eastern Shawnee Tribe decided to play a game of stickball. Achak, my uncle, father, brother, and two cousins played against the Shawnee Tribe men and boys. My tribe had won the game, after 45mins of playing. Heading home, these strange men with pale skin and

After a long portage, we arrived at the great falls of the Missouri. The falls were approximately 300 feet wide and about 80-100 feet high. We weren’t able to bring along the barge on the crossing of the falls. We decided to leave the barge for the return trip but we decided to bring some pirogues which were considerably smaller, but would do the job when we get to the continuation of the river after the mountains.

While rafting down the Chilko River, Ron Thompson, a seasoned river guide with thirteen years of experience, had his raft high side on a rock. When the raft high sided and all but one of his guests fell out into the river. Due to the strong rapids five of the guests died. This is a tragedy that should not have happened on the river considering it is not nearly close enough to being one of the major rivers in Canada. The problem of where this happened on the river, Lava Canyon, is about how long the rapids run. The water level was approximately 2 feet lower than it typically ran. With water levels changing, rapids adjust throughout the river. When the raft hit a wake it turned on its side and hit the rock that forced people out of the raft. Some of the people were able to swim for safety, including Thompson, but sadly five drowned.

After our first day of walking we are VERY tired. We did not expect it to be this hard. Despite our aching legs, we will not stop to rest, for we know that the journey will take even longer. We have just made it to the Kansas River. We were deciding on how we should cross it, or if we should just wait because the water seemed a little high. We decided to suck it up and cross it considering time. While in the water, our “boat” capsized throwing me and others into the water. We were lucky to make it to the other side safely.

They yank you forward. You try to scream, only to stumbled face-first into the now terrifyingly violent waves. The chain-like water snaps onto your wrists. You struggle, but it holds no hope.

Summer of 2016, a quiet, but exciting time. Fun with friends, bonfires, and oh yeah, bear attacks. One day in the car on the way to school, my mom told us that we will be going on a trip to the Saco River with some friends for a week when summer vacation starts. She also said that we would not be able to bring our phones. Right as she said this, all four of my brothers started to complain. They hated camping trips, and especially being away from there electronics. They disliked this one a little more though, because school had just ended, and they would rather be home relaxing. But, I however was super excited, I loved going camping and was I happy it was in a cabin, we wouldn't have to wake up in a freezing cold camper or tent like we usually would on a normal camping trip.

Immediately upon entering into the water, something seemed to reach up and ensnare her ankle within its grips. Blinded by the dark green river water, she couldn’t tell what it was. A rock, a branch? The strong current prevented her from using her hands to assist the escape. The continuous denial of her self-rescue attempts allowed many seconds to pass. Her hand began to stiffen from the impeding frigidity that had started penetrating. This forced the question, if she was going to die there? The forty degree water numbed the fear. which formed it into a sort of satisfaction. The adrenaline could no longer warn off the bitter constraints. The entrapment continued to grapple on. She continued to twitch her leg in attempts to get her ankle free, exhausting the air supply. Her disorientation elevated the longer she stayed submerged. The consciousness seemed to waver as time went on. Time seemed to slow down until it stopped, frozen in its

As I wade into the water, I think back to all the days I dreamt of this life, and how now I feel trapped. Continuing into the water, I forget about Aliyah, the Thai restaurant, the Mormon skirts, and all the Marcia Bradys. Leaving all of my worries on the shore, all I have to concentrate on now, is keeping my head above water. I fled, now will I sink or will I

Our raft almost sank a few times because of the constant splashing of water into our raft. Each time we passed a stretch of rapids, and especially when we made it to the top of each fall a sense of anticipation would come over me I didn’t know what would happen next. There was always a chance that our raft might hit a boulder and flip, or that someone might fall out. We were always passing these jagged rocks and giant boulders that could have easily flipped our raft or got us stuck. Some of the rocks were sharp enough to give you a bad gash or even break a bone if you hit them with enough force. Many rafts floating aside us were caught on big boulders, and they had a hard time getting there raft loose and back in the water. There were only one or two very unfortunate groups of people that had the misfortune of accidentally flipping their rafts. Our guide kept screaming out orders telling us which way to paddle or lean to keep us from flipping. Luckily, we never did.