Betty B.
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 3d ago
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We met from time to time monstrous fish which struck so violently against our canoes that at first we took them to be large trees, which threatened to upset us.
We saw also a hideous monster.
His head was like that of a tiger, his nose was sharp and somewhat resembled a wildcat.
His beard was long, his ears stood upright, the colour of his head was grey and his neck black.
He looked upon us for some time, but as we came near him our oars frightened him away.
When we threw our nets into the water we caught an abundance of sturgeons and another kind of fish like our trout, except that the eyes and nose are much smaller.
And they have near the nose a bone like a woman's busk.
Three inches broad and a foot and a half long.
The end of which is flat and broad, and when it leaps out of the water, the weight of it throws it on its back.
Having descended the river as far as forty one degrees twenty eight minutes, we found that turkeys took the place of game.
And the Piscecus
That of other animals.
We call the Pisakias wild buffaloes because they very much resemble our domestic oxen.
They are not so long but twice as large.
We shot one of them, and it was as much as thirteen men could do to drag him from the place where he fell.
We continued to descend the river, not knowing where we were going, and having made a hundred leagues without seeing anything but wild beasts and birds, and being on our guard we landed at night to make our fire and prepare our repast, and then left the shore to anchor in the river, while one of us watched by turns to prevent a surprise.
We went south and south west until we found ourselves in about the latitude of forty degrees and some minutes, having rowed more than sixty leagues since we entered the river.
We took leave of our guides about the end of June and embarked in presence of all the village, who admired our birch canoes as they had never before seen anything like them.
We descended the river looking for another called Pecatononi.
Missouri, which runs from the northwest into the Mississippi.
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