Chapter 14

Ellen More

December 31, 1620

I am now an orphan in Mr. Winslow's family. My sister Mary and my brother Richard have gone to live with the Brewster's. My sister Mary, being four years of age and my brother Richard being six years of age. My other brother, Jasper, who passed away 17 days ago, went to live with in the Carver's house hold. Jasper was seven.
I am eight years old. The oldest of my siblings. I miss my family much.
Mr. Winslow has greeted me with open arms. I had come to his home in short notice and he welcomed me like a part of the family. I have a warm bed and have very filling dinners. In England I was not treated as well. My parents were first cousins. I never was bothered at the fact, and I still am not.
I lately have had a bad stomach bug and a rising fever. Father has gone to see how my sister Mary is doing, he say that she too is has taken ill but, not very. Just a slight fever.
I hope she is doing better than I, which would be pretty healthy because I am not too sick, I could not stand to lose another part of my family. Especially my little beloved sister.
January 1, 1621.
Ever since the Mayflower docked, 10 days ago, I have had this strange lonely, sad and depressed feeling. This land we picked to live is horrible. The soil is thin and the land is rocky.
January 13, 1621
The Indians and the people who came to America had a supper together. All the rich men and respected English men and the Indian Chiefs sat at the table and the women and us children had to sit on the grass. It was very pleasant
gathering to attend.