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 * Hatchet** **chapter**s **1-2 / p. 1-25**

Dear Journal,

My name is Brian, I am 13 years old. The most terrible thing happened to me. I was on a plane, and all of a sudden the pilot had a heart attack. To my surprise the plane is flying fine. But it will not be like this for long.and I have to fly the plane I am scared. I don't know what to do. I stared using the CB radio to contact someone, and no response. I am scared the plane is running out of fuel and I may die.

Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapters 3-4/ p. 2-31**

Dear Journal,

Hi, It is me again, Today was a sigh that I am going to die, I just know it. I was flying the plane the engine was roaring louder than a car that just burst in flames. I need to see water. I just started flying over green pine trees of death and I can't stand them any more. I know if i hit one tree, just one green pine tree I will die. I pulled the wheel and the nose of the plane came up and I saw the bright blue color of a lake and that instant the plane hit the trees and fell faster than you can say Hatchet. The plane started to sink, the water hit the window and it shatered. I climbed out the shattered window and swam as fast as I could to the shore and trust me it wasn't a short swim. I finally got to shore and threw up. I don't feel well and I don't know what to do.

Love Brain,


 * Hatchet chapters 5-6/ p. 43-66**

Dear Journal,

I am happy to say I made it to shore safely. But I don't feel well my bones and and muscles are aching.I have been sitting here and staring at the bright blue water of the lake. I am unbelievably thirsty I need something to drink fast, my mouth is dry, foul and incredibly sticky.I found a small stream and cupped a little bit of water in my hands and drank it. But there was a crazy sensation that came over me and I didn't stop until I got sick.On my way back to the bank, I immediately stopped and threw up almost all the water I drank. Soon I became very hungry, very hungry, very fast I would trade everything I have for a hamburger right now. I am just sitting here waiting for someone to find me. Say 1- 2 -3 no 4 days until someone finds me. What will I do for 4 days? I can't just sit here and watch the blue lake for 4 days.

love Brain,


 * Hatchet chapters 7/p.63-78**

Dear Journal,

I have survived the night. But I am still starving, I need food. Ok here is what I will do. I'll go another 200 yards and I will look look for a berry bush or something. There has got to be a food out here somewhere. I heard the chirping sound of birds from the pine trees. I saw one bird fly out slowly and I followed it slowly. It was that easy the birds lead me to a berry bush. The berries were the size of grapes and bigger. they tasted like the pit of a cherry. on the other hand am going to build a little hut that I can stay until someone finds me. I need to start a fire it is getting dark and cold. How do people start fires? Do they rub two sticks together? As I kept rubbing the sticks together I found out that it wasn't working. A little later I went wandering for a different kind of food besides the disgusting berries.Early in the morning I went and looked for food, a while later I found a raspberry bush as I started walking I saw a bear.I paused for a moment thought that isn't the kind of bear that you would see in the zoo. It is real, and wild.I was beautifully picking the raspberries as human. It's coat was a shiny black, and it look as if its tongue were stained with red from the berries it was eating. I don't know if I should be amazed or screaming in horror. I walked up to the bear as terrified as can be trying to remember that I still had me hatchet to protect me. I picked a few raspberries right next to him, we were practicaly face to face and what I kept saying to myself was "if he wanted to hurt me he would have done it by now". Instead the bear looked at me as if I were trying to give it a dirty look and just walked away. No more than a few hours later I went back to camp to prepare for night. I took me a while to understand and accept that the bear did not want to hurt me. I took my Hatchet off my belt and lay it by my side, and fell fast asleep. Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapters 8/p.79-86**

Dear Journal,

In the darkness of the shelter in the middle of the night my ears came awake to the sound of growling, or that is what I thought it was. But it was just the wind, the sound of the pine needles on the pine trees clashing together. Just a little later a porcupine had stumbled to my shelter then I had the urge to kick and spank him with his tail of quills. The quills went into my skin as if there were a thousand with much pain to my surprise there was only eight quills. Anger is a good thing because I threw my hatchet and a golden ray of sparks flew across the sky. Aha my way to make fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


 * Hatchet chapters 9-10/p.87-102**

Dear Journal,

I found out soon enough that there was a long way from sparks to fire, there had to be something to ignite it. So I went into the forest and I found some twigs and some dead grass. I tried chopping at it with my hatchet and well Nothing. Then I really thought for a minute and wouldn't it really be nice if I had some paper right now, But I don't so what can I use? For millions of thousands of years people had to use something to make fire. But what? I ripped open my pant pocket and I found a twenty- dollar bill, and I almost burst into flames because of my excitement I ripped the bill into 15 little pieces and threw them to the fire pit.I threw my hatchet at the pieces of paper and 2 little sparks happened. How could this be? There was no fire from paper. Then I started thinking back to school in science class, what makes fire? I have to focus I thought. It takes fuel, I have got that. It takes oxygen and I have the trees right here. and I need air like a fan or something I need something that I can blow with. I gripped the hatchet and gave it my best swing right as I hit the little nest I started to blow a little bit of a glow came along. "I works" I shouted happily. "It works, "It works" I did it. at first I could not be seporaded from the fire I just couldn't do it. But soon I realized was going to have to get more fire wood. I was getting low and it is almost impossable to do in the dark. Time went by like the snap of a finger and soon it became night and I didn't go get fire wood.But it wouldn't matter don't have food anyway. In the morning I was walking along the shore and I came across a little pit of sand and in the sand was little eggs. They must be fresh water turtles or snapping turtles that had just laid eggs. I am so hungry and they are just eggs what harm can they do. I will just eat a couple and then the first one went down and then the second. Then the third and forth weren't so bad. Soon it was six down.I stood away from the eggs for a moment because if I looked I would have to eat more. Then they came out of my mind and then i started to think about my parents. Is there still hope they think I am alive? I hope here is. Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapter 11/p.103-109**

Dear Journal,

There were chores to do around the camp, I am going to clean the hut and I am going to place the eggs in a different place so I don't eat all them. I will need to get more fire wood for tonight, so I can get the fire started.Over or the other side of the lake I saw another rock and I walked over to look at the rock, and all of a sudden I saw a jumping fish. As fast as I could I dove in the water and I was as easey as that. Before you knew it I was eating the fish. whole.It was wiggling but I delt with it and I swallowed it faster than you can say Hatchet. I studied the water once more and I realized there were tons more fish in the water that are food that I can eat. It was decied I will have fish once a day. I thought of food came to my mind wouldn't it be nice to have dessart for once? I smiled and thought of all the things that I could have for dessart at home fight now.Imidletly I stood up and realized the chores I still have to do I am going to go chop some wood now. So until then this is brain.


 * Hatchet chapters 12/p.111-119**

Dear Journal,

In the morning I trying to catch more fish, and it wasn't as easy as the first time.As time went by I was getting more ferios as the seconds went by. Later I gave up and I deicided to eat an egg instead of fish this morning. I also greeted myself to myself to some raspberries. The raspberries that were in my jacket pocket had started to become overripe.In 2 days I picked as many raspberries as possible. I started eating raspberry after raspberry, they were sweet and juicy, and all that you could ask for in a berry. After eating all the berries it seemed as if my mouth and my t-shirt were stained with juice from the berries.Something like a bomb went off and it was raining leaves. It had painted a picture in my mind.I am going to bed now. Until next time this is brain.


 * Hatchet chapter 13/119-127**

Dear Journal,

I was sitting and staring at the bright blue water of the lake and I saw a fish jumping around and it looked as of it were trying to get my attention. I thought for a moment and I looked at my tennis shoes and I thought those laces were really long and I thought those would work good as a fishing pole. I cut the lace in half and well,it practically did the rest on its own. I caught a fish! I caught a fish! I went back to camp and I started up a fire to cook the fish. The skin of the fish came off as it got warm and that means that the fish is going to be moist and tender. I looked over to the top of the hill and I saw a gray wolf and on the other side of it was 2 other gray wolfs.For a New York boy like me it was crazy seeing 3 gray wolfs.They had the most beautiful coat they were shining and glimmering in the sun. Those 3 wolfs were gorgeous. My hope that I was getting rescued was gone. Hope is knowledge,Hope is the thing that keeps me here. One day after another.Tough hope is the thing I was thinking the whole night. I am full of tough hope.


 * Hatchet chapter 14/p.128-136**

Dear Journal,

Hey it is me again, I have been thinking a lot. The thing I have been thinking about is mistakes.Because if I make one mistake out here like if I sprain my foot, or if I brake my arm, there is nothing to do. I need to be very careful out here in the wild. I came across a skunk digging up the eggs that I had berried in the sand. I said in a foolish voice "hey what do you think you are doing?" to that skunk. It looked as if were trying to give me a dirty look and it pointed it's but up at me and it lifted its tail and it shot me,from less than 4 feet away. The disgusting, smelly,stinky,ugly oder filled the room. The stench blinded my eyes,the pain seemed as if I couldn't see for weeks. So many days past.One day after another, and with the blink of an eye two weeks had gone by.Another thing popped into my head, hundreds of little cartoons about skunks came into my mind.Cute cartoons,funny cartoons and also stinky cartoons with people who had gotten sprade by skunks. I have to protect my food. I went over to the pit that I had barred the eggs in and the skunk had eaten all them. I have to protect my food.I also have to get other food. I am almost out,I only have a few berries left. I have it I will make a food shelf and when I grabbed the tools to build the shelf,it had seemed that the tools went to work right away as quick as that the shelf was done. Now I have a food shelf and I have a good shelter.that is not bad at all.I had started to fish and within an hour "I have fish!" I was screaming with joy " I have fish!"I was so happy that day!

Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapter 15/137-147**

Dear Journal,

All I wanted was the taste of meat. The taste of meat is what I needed. I was getting sick of fish,and berries. I needed to get more fire wood for tonight. I know what to do there are birds in the forest right? Well if I can have some good aim then I can shoot the birds and have that for dinner tonight.I aimed a missed the bird. I beat it took me about a billion tries to hit the bird. They finally I hit the bird. "I have meat for dinner tonight" I almost burst into flames because of happiness. They I started to cook the bird and I was almost jumping up and down. I took the feather off and well the rest just came with it. could barely stand still. How was I going to do this? I didn't know how yo take out the bird guts out. How was I going to take the bones out? But soon enough I figured it out. The bird was cooked on the outside but I tasted the inside and it was not even close. The only way I could eat the bird and not get sick was if I eat the outside black. After that that delish. meal I sat in my hut and with my tummy full I dozed off and before you knew it I was fast a sleep. Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapters 16/p.147-161**

Dear Journal,

I have been in the wilderness for 47 days and there have been a lot of first tries. Like the time that I had made the arrows, and the time I first killed a rabbit. I have been switching between rabbits and foul. I was extatic when I killed both of them. I was always hungry like the time I ate the green nuts that were not ripe yet. I had many attempts to kill lots of wildlife with my bow and arrows. Having to pluck feathers and de bone the meat it was a bloody mess.As I was walking through the forest it appeared as a cow with no horns, later I it was moose I had seen in pictures. She attacked me within a second and put me in water, this animal was insane and came at me again pushing me in the muddy water.After that she left me and was eating lily pads calmly. She didn't appear to notice and as I started crawling away and here she came again.Now injured I am inching my way to a tree, watching to make sure the mad cow left me. I made my way back to the muddy waters to retrieve the bird, spear and arrow. My ribs are hurt I make my way back to camp to find the coals still burning.I went to sleep in the shelter thankful for collecting wood earlier. I went to sleep thinking of the insane moose. I woke to a noise, a familiar noise like something I knew, I went out to see the sky was dark. It came to me the noise, a tornado. My ribs hurt without a doubt. Not this, insanity the moose and now tornado. I tried to get back in my shelter but it hit me and the coals from the fire were spitting hot coals at me. I hope the tornado hit the moose. I awoken the next day and went to the lake for a drink. I drank and rinsed my mouth.b I noticed there was no fish in the lake, they will come back. I saw some pieces of my shelter wall. not to bad for the damage. I saw something yellow in the lake and said out loud it;s the tail of the plane. The tornado must have hit the plane, I thought of the pilot in the plane. It brought much sadness to me.

Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapters 18/p.161-173**

Dear Journal,

After waking up to a cold wet morning,I returned back to camp, and I looked at all the damage from the tornado. It was horrafieing the thing that you don't want to see after working so hard to build it, and then it crashes and burns.I have a lot to do, Rebuild shelter,make a new fire, and I have to get food ready for dinner tonight. All that and I have to work slowly because my ribs are killing me.First things first. I went and walked around camp trying to find grass and twigs to start the fire with.As I was sitting there in my hut I was looking at the tail of the plane sticking out of the water. Right then the thought accored to me. There has to be a servival kit in the plane. if there is a servival kit in the plane I bet there would be food, knives, matches. It might even have a sleeping bag in the kit.It might have fishing gear. "oh those wonderful t hings" I thought, I would be rich out here. So rich if I could get that kit. I went to bed thinking about what I could have done with the kit int he first place. In the morning I rolled out of bed before the true light of the sun came into the cloud.In the gray dawn I was making fire, the sound of the crackling wood in the fire was all I needed to get me started for the day. I looked at my feet and there was a ton of tiny little fish waiting for bait. But one of the many things I learned wail I was here was food before anything because I needed strength.fits food and then action. I was having a hard time trying to figure out how to get from the plane and back without getting everything soaked. as I was thinking I realized that I can tie a rope or something to a raft and carry everything. But what? I don;t have a rope, all I have is my tennis shoe lace.I slide the life raft once more to shore and into the water until it was chest deep. Pushing the raft i figured it was like trying to push an aircraft carrier, all the branches dragging across my skin cut me. After twenty feet had gone by, i realized that it was going to be much much harder as it went on. As each moment had gone by it had gotten much harder. patience. patience was all i needed to do this job. That was great practice because i had to drag more wood and less wood to start the fire. I am watching the sun set in the west it is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen. But even alone it was beautiful, i feed the fire and felt a night chill. There it was again i thought that late summer chill in the air. Fall is coming. Fall is coming very soon. I went to bed thinking of what fall was going to be like out here. In the morning the chill was more pronounced, i could feel that fall breeze again. Perhaps the air was so cool that the water felt warm as i stepped in. I made sure that my hatchet was still in my belt and the raft was still together. I pushed and kicked tword the tail of the plane for over two hours. It was exhausting. I wish i had taken some time to have eaten a fish or two for breakfast. I froze in the water remembering what was still in the front seat of the plane at the bottom of the lake.The body of the pilot just sitting there under the water, i could see the big man with his hair waving in the current, his eyes opened...... Stop i thought. Stop now, i was nearly at the point of swimming back to shore, but i imagined the survival kit, all the things that could keep me alive here. How would i get in the plane, there was no openings, not that i could see. I was blocked no way to get in, no way to get out.

love Brain,


 * Hatchet chapter 18/p.173-184**

Dear Journal,

Not finding a way in the plane was bad enough, Anger was eating me alive, I was saying to myself "there has to be a way into the plane." But anger was a good thing because if I hadn't thrown a punch at the plane. That was when I had figured out that I could get in easily. I had started to throw my hatchet at the plane. Each throw the hole got bigger, deeper, and made me more confident and even more elated, each and every throw.One throw that I took the hatchet slipped out of my hand. As the hatchet went down into the water I chased after it and I wouldn't stop diving down. I bet I tried about 15 maby 25 times I dove into the water.I couldn't stop diving into the water. I tried so hard to grab the hatchet that was under the water. I am no water expert but I think that the water was about 11 most-likly 12 feet deep into the water. I finally did it,I grabbed the hatchet and I dove out of the water.As time went by the hole in the plane was big enough for me to squeeze through it. I went inside the plane and I looked around the first thing I saw was the eaten skull of the pilot. I never thought about fish eating his flesh for the two months. It took me a long time to shake the thought of his skull. It took me a little bit to feel the little kit but I finally felt it with my foot, and I grabbed it. When the kit was in my hands I felt as if everything was going to be all better out here in the wilderness. I had to get the survival kit on the raft and get it back to my shelter, after two hours I finally am out of the water!!!!! what an epic adventure.

Love Brian,


 * Hatchet chapter 19/p.185-192**

Dear Journal,

Today was a whole new day for me. I have Treasure. Unbelievable riches. You would never guess the amazing things that were in the survival kit. That trip to the plane and back was exhaustion, All I could do was sleep.I fell asleep staring at the beautiful blue color of the water. the wonderful things that were int the kit were these. There was a sleeping bag-witch I hung over the top of the hit to dry.and the thing that came inside the sleeping bag was a foam pad.There was also a aluminum cooking set with four little pots and two frying pans. the good thing was that it came with a fork,knife,and a spoon.It came with a lighters and a water proof container. It felt amazing getting that survival kit, it was the best thing that has ever happened to me in the wilderness. As I was rummaging threw the kit, There was something that puzzled me and that was a rifle. Holding the rifle was very occarword for me, I have never held a gun before. I was going to put that aside. The gun was a 22. survival rifle- I had seen it once before in a sports store. There was a strange feeling holding that gun. It was almost as if it had changed me, I wasn't sure how. But I knew it changed me. The feelings were up and down at the time. I was still looking inside the kit for lots more things that were useful. Looking threw the things there it stood in front of me 2 bars of soap. I had been bathing in the lake regularly, but never had I used soap. As I was looking I found a thing is looked looked metal it was electronic device that was in a plastic bag.I thought that it was at first was a radio or something. it was a Emergency Transmitter. That was what it was. I messed with the switch a few times but nothing happened I couldn't even hear static. That was weird I thought as I messed with it.then the good things came,food............................................I looked threw all the things that I have discovered. Package after package the food came piling in. "Look at everything!" Look at all the yummy and delicious food! I thought there is enough food to last me for a year! I will save the food so it lasts a long time. NO I will eat all of it I will have a feast, and go to bed with a full tummy and a smile on my face. Drinking the last bit of my orange awesome drink, there was a plane crash right there in the wilderness and I witnessed it all. I was in shock about the whole thing. Someone jumped out of the plane and frantically ran torords me. As he ran up he said to me " I heard your call on the transmitter." The man looked at me and said " Gosh, your that kid who has been out here for 2 months? your that kid aren't you? " Ya I am that kid, My name is Brain Robeson" And my reply was "Do you want something to eat?"

Love Brian,


 * Hatchet epilogue/p.192-195**

A few minutes after me and the man talked, We both descited I should go home. So me and the man both got in the plane and I took off. It was great seeing my dad in Canada, That is what I have been waiting for 2 months. They was something different about me physically and emotionally. #1 that I can see and hear all the things they are going on around me. That I have never seen before. #2 That I have lost 7 persent of my body wait. Things retured back to normal in a few days, But nothing will let me forget about the aventure that I had concered.