The day cold and fair with a high easterly wind: we were visited by two Indians who gave us an account of the country and people near the Rocky mountains where they had been.

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

As we passed on, it seemed those scenes of visionary enchantment would never have an end.

I am no coward; but I am so strong, so hard to die.

As I have always held it a crime to anticipate evils, I will believe it a good comfortable road until I am compelled to believe differently.

The musquetos continue to infest us in such manner that we can scarcely exist. My dog even howls with the torture he experiences.

The weather was fine and moderate. The hunters all returned, having killed during their absence three elk, four deer, two porcupines, a fox and a hare.

Captain Clarke who had gone out yesterday with eighteen men to bring in the meat we had killed the day before, and to continue the hunt, came in at twelve o'clock.

Great numbers of the Indians pass our camp on their hunting excursions: the day was clear and pleasant, but last night was very cold and there was a white frost.

On the acquisition of Louisiana, in the year 1803, the attention of the government of the United States, was early directed towards exploring and improving the new territory.

A woman brought her child with an abscess in the lower part of the back, and offered as much corn as she could carry for some medicine; we administered to it of course very cheerfully.

My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her

Live each day with ecstatic serenity

The heart of a man is like deep water

It was quite a challenge to make people eat crab ice cream.

Good cheese needs good companions.

Once she'd been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.

I don't know hardly any of the players who have the in-between game like me, who can go to any position on the court.

Dying is the most hellishly boresome experience in the world! Particularly when it entails dying of 'natural causes'.

A photographer doesn't just copy reality, but communicates to others what he or she experiences.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.