
November 14, 1869.
Sorry for not being able to blog for a while. I've been doing a lot of stuff, and yes, a lot of trouble as well with Aunt Polly.
Okay, a couple of days ago, I was in a cave with Becky Thatcher. We planned on just having an innocent, adventurous day, we went in the cave just to simply explore. It was fun for a while until we realized we were couldn't find our way out or in other words, we got stuck inside. Of course, as the guy, I had to to be the brave one and figure things out. After a day, we were convinced that we weren't going to make it - we had no more food, no more candle and there were bats everywhere! With my final strand of hope, I decided to search for an exit, and with determination, I did. Becky and I got out; it was great seeing sunlight after two days but I have so say, I sort of liked the adventure and the thrill. We got back to the village and people were wondering when Injun Joe was. I realized that he might be in the cave so I hurried back but it was too late... I found him, yes. Alive, no.