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__ The diary of Shanainay __ Hi there people, the name is Shanainay and here to do you all a favour of telling about me and life of a courier de bois. Each day at New France feels like the same. Each single day I either go and help my mates’ trade in a trading post with the natives and get goods or just go bring the packages from the ships to the trading posts. A typical day for me is help trading or partying at nights helping myself to food, booze and ladies. The downside is the men hate it. They think I m and my mates are bad influence on them. Their words are meaningless to me. You know, I have to say living with these filthy animals called the Huron. They live in the woods and wear these weird clothing. Though they mean big to us if a war begins or their land made us get the beaver fur and start the fur trade. Though I still each year have go with natives to go to the place where the French sent the goods to trade with natives. I help with bringing the goods to the post. Mainly all our trades got us beaver fur so back at France our new fashion model clothing happen. All our hard work did pay off benefit France a lot by making it wealthier. Though other explorers like Jacque Cartier and Samuel de Champlain lived in fancy rich life while us lived and hunted for food like the natives and we don’t get paid well. Well I say bah humbug. Though I did enjoy all the adventure I had with the natives and I hope write history in the future. With his last dying breathe; Shanainay said I hope I made history.

__ Second diary of Shainainay __ I have now discovered that more people from France have arrived to New France to have a new life. Well I say bahombog to thee and I demand only those who join on the voyage shall have permission to come. I work my sweaty body off to get to where I am and now these hypocrites are coming to our land. First they told us we were bad influence on the natives and now they are sending people here. I can’t that Jacque Cartier isn’t doing anything about this. I use to think he was my idol and look at him, letting these filthy degenerates come to demolish our operation. This is making a bit mad but what I’m going to do, I’m only a coreur de bois. Though if I make history, I hope people in the future understand my feelings and plans. Well better enjoy my life before it ends. I need drink as much and hang with ladies till the day I die.

Bibliography: Michael Cranny, "Crossroads: A Meeting of Nations," Pearson Education Canada Inc., Toronto, 1998 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coureur_des_bois Baduri, Douglas. //New France & the Fur Trade //. N.p.: n.p., n.d. 33-34.