This is some random journal entry that we had to do fo social studies and pretend to be some Native American on the Trail of Tears. Don't laugh at the names... I have no idea what any other Native American names are! Ha-ha (:
December 21st, 1832
Today is the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year. I think it is also the coldest day of the year. I think it is also the coldest day we have had so far on this long journey. I try to keep my spirits up in front of my sisters to keep them happy without our parents. My best friend, Shy Beaver, is ill with a fever. I’m hoping we don’t have to leave her behind. I want to comfort her, but it is too dangerous to get near, for I cannot risk getting sick. Shy Beaver is becoming very weak, so the Medicine Man is trying to heal her as soon as possible. My shawl that I have been using to keep warm is tearing to shreds. The wind and weather has worn it to rags. My fingers are turning purple, and my bare feet are raw from walking on the ice and snow. I sacrificed my shoes to my little sister, Little Rainbow, who obviously needed them more than me. Now the group has stopped to rest. My sisters and I are huddled under a tree with our bedraggled shawls around us. I can see Shy Beaver a few lengths away receiving her treatment. I worry for her. I ask the gods for her healing every day. I know the rest of my Choctaw people are, too. We will get up soon and continue walking to out unknown destination. Nobody really knows where we are going, and we don’t know when we’ll get there. All my Choctaw people have is faith in the gods to guide us.
Until next time,
Happy Rabbit
Friday, March 12, 2010
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