Journal entry June 17, 1869.
Me and my mother woke up early this morning, had our breakfast of bannock and pemmican and left our teepee. The buffalo hunt just recently ended, so the women had lots of work to do. Me, my momma and all the women in our village skinned and cut up the bison to be dried, we made sure not to waste any part of the buffalo. As we skinned the bison, my mother told me about the Metis legend "Memegwesi" the water spirits, who can only be seen by children and will help us in our times of need. By night fall, we went back to our home, through the walls I can hear my mother and father talking about the Canadian surveyors. It's only been a couple days since the Canadian surveyors came to our village in search for land. Rumour has it that the Canadian's plan to construct a railroad through buffalo country! This disturbed my mother and father. My father says that this would definitely put a strain on the buffalo hunt and the fur trade. My mother is scared of losing the home she's lived in her entire life, and so am I. I can hear my father telling my momma about how we don't have papers to prove we own this land... If this is true, could they throw us out of our own homes? Luckily, Louis Riel, a fellow Metis man has come to our aid to help fight for our land.
Drying buffalo meat, to be made into pemmican