Diary Entry 2

If Yates is here, I have not seen him. I’m not allowed to talk to anyone. The guards watch over us like vultures. Any deviation in the rules and punishment is swift and painful. I know because I quit digging up rocks long enough to catch a moments breath and had a rod come down across my shoulders. Rule number 3 don’t stop working until a guard tells you to quit. I gave the guard a look and he smacked me again. I forgot about the keep your head down rule. I recognize a couple of soldiers from Ft Shasta also here as slaves but I don’t know their names. I never had personal contact with them at Bear Country. I think they are just as confused and disoriented as I am. I wish Yates was here. He would know what to do to get us out of this mess. I have been praying that Yates escaped the ambush.

I was forced to work the entire day with practically no food at all, and only two ladles of water. Every muscle in my body hurts. After digging up the rocks we have to transport them to be washed. I have bruises all over my back. I have dirt so far under my finger nails that several of my fingers are sore. I stink and I have a headache. Someone pinch me so that I can wake up from this nightmare.

Diary Entry 1

Life is full of crossroads and forks in the road. Whichever road you choose to take will determine your fate in life. Sometimes there are obstacles or bumps in the road that requires a change of direction. Other times, the road gives you a choice. You can continue to go straight or you can choose to change directions. I think, I read that somewhere or something similar to that. I made a choice to change directions. I’m thinking I should have stayed straight.

I was resting when our convoy came to a sudden stop. Yates told me to stay put as he jumped out of the truck. He ordered a couple of his soldiers to run to the front of the convoy and find out what was happening. I have never been good at waiting and I hate being told what to do. I prefer to give the orders. I stayed put for about three seconds and then I jumped out of the truck. Yates gave me the “I told you to stay put look.” and in return I gave him the “I’m just stretching my legs look.” It only took the soldiers a couple of moments to figure out what the problems were at the front of the convoy. Someone had dug a ditch across the entire width of the road. There was no way to get across and we couldn’t drive around it because both sides of the road sloped down a hillside. Yates started giving orders. His soldiers were going to have to build a bridge to get us across. This was going to take a little while so I started to get back in the truck. I vaguely remember the dart hitting me and seeing a couple of soldiers fall. I think I remember hearing gun fire and someone yell to take cover. I don’t know where everyone went. I think fate hates me.

Madie’s Bear Tribe Journals, Year 2

Madie’s Bear Tribe Journals

Year 2