Editor's Note: This poem is taken from "The Dialogues of Lewis and Clark, an Epic History." That work of imagination relies on images and phrases drawn from the pens of Lewis and Clark as recorded in the Journals of the Corps of Discovery.

Lewis:
The sun loiters in the river,
Now drowns in gold,
Turns black in night.

What lies beyond?

We must fix each place on maps
And give out names,
Measure and record
The very sun and night.

A fair Still evening.