The year has been difficult. Shortly after we settled into our colony, a long winter began. We had not had time to properly begin growing crops, and if not for the hunters’ good fortune in finding game, we would surely have all perished. I longed for the sunny skies of England, and I thought that if we didn’t die of starvation, then we would certainly have …show more content…
Father finally started his farm, and the hunters brought back more game than ever with the aid of the Indians. (I must admit that I am still slightly afraid of the Indians, with their intimidating appearance.) While some Indian tribes have been violent, they have been more kind to us after we rescued their chief from an enemy.
I cannot remember ever working so hard in my life! I was assigned to the task of fishing, and I work six days a week. Apparently, this area is one of the best for fishing in the world! At first I was squeamish, but I am accustomed to it now and actually quite accomplished. So far, my only blunder has been letting raccoons eat my day’s catches. I was quite shocked and embarrassed when I checked the drying rack before supper and found only a few fish and raccoon tracks leading away from the rack! Whenever I am not fishing, I help Mother cook, clean, and sew.
(Sometimes, the men go whaling while the rest of us fish. I want to go whaling with them. Once I asked to go, but I was told it was a job for grown