#Pierre Cruzatte

[greendomine]

Dust In The Wind by Kansas is literally so lewis like this is the pinnacle lewis song. From the instruments to the vibe to the lyrics and dear lord omfg the VIOLINNNNN its all so lewiscore

[garykimseyuniverse]

Enjoy upcoming Lewis and Clark talks on Zoom

Here are upcoming Zoom presentations for you to enjoy and learn from: February 25 (Saturday): Montana artist Tom Schenarts will discuss his creative process in creating his sculpture, Dividing the Corps, which depicts the departure of Lewis and Clark from Travelers’ Rest on July 3, 1806. February 26 (Sunday): Deveney Reber will give a presentation about Reuben Lewis, the younger brother of…

[yukisaeki]

‪#Inktober Day 29: Still apart from Clark’s main party, Lewis set out to hunt with one of his men, Pierre Cruzatte. He was the best waterman they had (also an excellent fiddle player), but perhaps not the most reliable hunting partner since he only had one eye and was also nearsighted. When Cruzatte saw the captain in distance, he had mistaken Lewis for an elk and shot him, of all places, in his buttocks.

‪Lewis yelled, ‬“damn you, you have shot me,” but he heard no answer. He feared it was the Blackfoot again and ran back to his pirogue. When Cruzatte returned, he swore he didn’t hear the captain and denied shooting him, but the ball found in the wound clearly matched the kind they carried.

Sgt. Ordway described “the ball passed through one Side of his buttock and the ball went out of the other Side of the other buttock.” Lewis however, wrote in his journal that he was shot in his thighs (although everyone else wrote it was the butt).

The poor captain spent the next few weeks laying on his stomach in the pirogue. Since writing became too painful, he put down his pen the next day when he reunited with Clark. Thus, this was the last journal entry of the Expedition written by Lewis.

[ditheringdilettante]

Pun-ishable History Puns: Day Seven

After shooting Lewis in his hindquarters, Pierre Cruzatte must've really been...

Cruz-in' for a bruisin'.

[maneatingbadger]

The Professor, exercising his talent for finding guidance, said two fellows named Randy could tell us about the treacherous channel ahead. Pilotis: 'We're going to take advice from two beach boys named Randy?' On the dock, we found them togged out in tank tops and iridescent swim trunks, beers in hand, their radio thumping, and Randall One said, 'Where you're going, people lose their lower units up there. It's bad and it gets worse.' They so struggled to describe the route through, Randall Two finally said, 'Oh, what the hell, dudes, just follow us. We'll get you started,' and they roared off in their bright speedboat of a design meant to restore self-esteem to men with small penises and attract young women in search of a mobile tanning bed. They left Nikawa behind, waited for us by opening more beer and heavy-metaling along to 'Symptom of the Universe.' The Missouri has listened to Teton war chants, cavalry bugles, Mandan courting flutes, Arikara eagle-bone whistles, reels of Lewis and Clark's fiddler, Pierre Cruzatte, and now Megadeth. Perhaps that's what set Pilotis to muttering, and I said, A guide is a guide, so just consider the Randys Twain our Charbonneau and Sacagawea. 'I'm considering going home.'

William Least Heat-Moon, River Horse: The Logbook of a Boat across America