March 17, 1805

March 17, 1805

We are staying at what my husband calls Fort Manden. It is a fort made of pine trees with walls twice as tall as I. It has three sides, like an arrowhead. The walls are twenty paces in length. There are many comfortable quarters for us to live in. There is enough room for me, Toussiant, and our new baby in our quarter. The Missouri River, as the white men call it, is starting to melt. The men came up with the idea to herd the buffalo to walk on the river. As they walked on the ice would crack and they would fall through the water. When they did this the men were then able to shoot the buffalo. We now have enough meat to last us on out trip. We will leave in one moon. I am quite scared and nervous to what we might see and what may happen.