The Louisiana Purchase

American Trail. American Trail. Lazed in blood, defended in blood. Chapter 3, the Louisiana Purchase. Two others, Thomas Jefferson is president.

To me, his like a father. That he chose me, Meriwether Lewis, to be his private secretary, is a matter of great pride to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him. In the year 18th-free, a nightmare had gripped us all.

We groped through darkness on the very brink of a war, for which we were not prepared. A president had said, if France attempts to occupy New Orleans, it must be at the cost of war.

In that dreadful hour, there was nothing I could do, except pray that the president's efforts to preserve this country would be blessed. There have been a storm that morning. I stood outside the White House. I was about to leave when...

You're there! In fella! In fella! I watched him walk towards me, a complete stranger. A big red-faced man with a look of the front here about him. He wore an old three-cornered hat. His tunic was traveled, eh?

I reckon you must be Captain Mary with her new ass, Chairman. Yes, sir. Your private secretary to the president. Yes? Will I'm Chuck Duncan from the Mississippi country, and I have very important business with the president.

There was no question about Duncan seeing the president. Mr. Jefferson sees almost everyone. He regards himself as the humble servant of the people. Mr. President, there I stood, sir. Right there in early and early two weeks ago, watching an American ship sailing into the harbor.

and I couldn't believe what is happening under my vera. You can't understand your ideas, no more. You're not the closure of the Un-American shipping. That's how you can hear me. That's how you need me.