After months of traversing dry and unforgivable terrain, suffering from starvation and dehydration, and losing a very good friend, we have finally reached Albany.
We came upon a french whaling ship, The Mississippi. The captain was very hospitable and gave us food, water, and a good resting place. We can only stay for so long though. I must reach Albany or all of this tragedy and efforts will be in vain. Since Baxter's death, Wiley and I have tried to continue on. We have been using some of the Aborigines techniques for water, as for food we've been surviving off of kangaroo meat. It is getting cold and it's so dry, I don't know if we will make it. BAXTER IS DEAD!!! They just killed him. The two Aborigines killed my friend and left with everything! All I have left is Wiley now. What do I do? Can I trust him? Even if I can, what if the other two come back to kill me too? They took all the supplies and firearms... How can I make it now? So far, not so great. Travels got pretty difficult so had to send just about everyone back. Today, I leave Fowler's Bay with Baxter, Wiley, the two other Aborigines, and 11 horses. Goodbye my beloved sheep! Now the real adventure begins. Leaving Adelaide today, headed to Albany. Taking six white guys, three aborigines, 13 horses, 40 sheep, and enough supplies to last me three months. This ought to be interesting. At least my buddy Baxter is going with me. |