I have a gut feeling that todays my last day on Earth. I returned to the U.S. A couple yeas back and will die a happy, christian man.
I have finally reached Canada. I am not sure how long I will have to stay, but long enough for the war to end with Governer Stevens.
Today was a great day. I led a battle of 120 natives against 100 americans. We destroyed them with our wisdom, not our weaponry.
This morning I was notified that a guerilla attacked Mr. Stevens' party. It seems like I now have no other choice but to fight.
My heart is filled with anger after hearing about what Isaac did. He apparently forged my signature on the paper without my knowing.
I have just been elected the leader of our tribes for the Walla Walla Council with Governer Stevens. I look forward to meeting him.
My request has finally been answered. A temporary mission has been established on the Yakima River and is lead by Priest Casimir Chirouse.
Earlier this evening I met with Marcus Whitman. I explained to him how I wanted a protestant mission established among the Yakima River.