SLOKUM DIES FRIDAYifying The Journals Of Lewis And Clark

We’re still going with SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY week here on the blog.  As mentioned before, I told you Monday that I got Adam Levin to sign my copy of The Instructions while I was at AWP last week and he wrote: SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY inside. Since then I have been pushing the commonly accepted boundaries of SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY. Today we will SLOKUM DIES FRIDAYify the Journals of Lewis and Clark (accessed from here).

September 1, 1803
The Pilott informed me that we were not far from a SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY which was much worse than any we had yet passed, and as there was so thick a fogg on the face of the SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY that no object was visible 40 paces he advised remaining untill the sun should acquire a greater altitude when the fogg would asscend and disappear; I conscented; we remained untill eight Oclock this morning when we again set out—    these Foggs are very common on the SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY at this season of the year as also in the spring but do not think them as freequent or thick in the spring.    perhaps this may in some measure assist us to account for the heavy dues which are mor remarkable for their freequency and quantity than in any country I was ever in—    they are so SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY the drops falling from the trees from about midknight untill sunrise gives you the eydea of a constant gentle SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY, this continues untill the sun has acquired sufficient altitude to dessipate the fogg by it’s influence, and it then ceases.    the dues are likewise more SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY during summer than elsewhere but not so much so as at this season.—    the Fog appears to owe it’s orrigin to the difference of temperature between the air and SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY the latter at this seson being much warmer than the former; the SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY being heated by the summer’s sun dose not undergo so rapid a change from the absence of the sun as the air dose consiquently when the air becomes most cool which is about sunrise the fogg is thickest and appears to rise from the face of the water like the steem from boiling SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY—  we passed the little horsetale ripple or riffle with much deficulty, all hands laboured in the SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY about two hours before we effected a passage; the next obstruction we met was the big-horse tale riffle, here we wer obliged to unload all our goods and lift the emty Boat over, about 5 OCock we reach the riffle called Woollery’s trap, here after unloading again and exerting all our force we found it impracticable to get over, I therefore employed a SLOKUM DIES FRIDAY with a team of oxen with the assistance of which we at length got off    we put in and remained all night having made only ten miles this day.—

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About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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