Chapter 15
Ellen More
Ellen More
March 25, 1630
I was working in the field today, and saw a some white clouds on the horizon. Then I took a second glance and realized it was another ship. I told Ma Winslow who was beside me and she said that there tis nothing to be worrin' about. In a short while the ship had disappeared behind the fog. Ma Winslow and I stayed for a short while longer then walked back home, our arms and legs tired of the hard work this day.
March 26, 1630
The ship I had seen seen one evnin' ago has arrived with many many more puritans. With their first step on the sand it looked as if the were taking their first step on the path to heaven. We walked them to the fort and set their things in their new houses in their new home.
Ma Winslow and I helped them get settled in then left to go to work it the field. To do another hard day of work.
March 29, 1630
My husband, John Silk, has gone to trade with the natives. He hopes to get tobacco and corn and different things to help his family and mine. I hope he is nice and gets good trade. While he is gone I hope to prepare a wonderful dinner for him. He deserves it. I will have to stop writing so I can get busy. I will be exasperated by the end of the day.
I was working in the field today, and saw a some white clouds on the horizon. Then I took a second glance and realized it was another ship. I told Ma Winslow who was beside me and she said that there tis nothing to be worrin' about. In a short while the ship had disappeared behind the fog. Ma Winslow and I stayed for a short while longer then walked back home, our arms and legs tired of the hard work this day.
March 26, 1630
The ship I had seen seen one evnin' ago has arrived with many many more puritans. With their first step on the sand it looked as if the were taking their first step on the path to heaven. We walked them to the fort and set their things in their new houses in their new home.
Ma Winslow and I helped them get settled in then left to go to work it the field. To do another hard day of work.
March 29, 1630
My husband, John Silk, has gone to trade with the natives. He hopes to get tobacco and corn and different things to help his family and mine. I hope he is nice and gets good trade. While he is gone I hope to prepare a wonderful dinner for him. He deserves it. I will have to stop writing so I can get busy. I will be exasperated by the end of the day.
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