The Adventure Journal of Theodore Roosevelt
(Bound in panda-bear leather)
February 12th, 1911
Since our guide has no command of the English language, we were left to puzzle over the meaning of his. Normally, languages are not my field, and I could feel my impatience rising like a bubble of indigestion in my rotund belly. But we all strained our ears and I checked my temper, for what our guide was hitherto attempting to communicate was the very name of our enigmatic quarry.
“Seesitch,” he said.
“Seasick?” I tried.
“Seeeesaquik,” he enunciated.
“Sneezelick?” said Kermit.
“I hear you, man,” I said. “Sasquatch!” He shook his head as though he thought my son and I were both low-grade morons.Continue reading →