Journal
Blatently ignore. Humanities assignment.
From the Papers of Master Alasdair Kenneth
Thirty-first of December, 1607
We should be arriving in Virginia any day now. We are a part of the Second Supply, under Captain Newport. Our company numbers over a hundred but on our ship there are less than fifty. Lizzie fares well, but her spirit has been dampened by the death of Anne on our four month voyage from London. I myself feel a sense of loss but remain hopeful that God will deliver us.
Second of January, 1608
We have arrived in James Towne but this land is not the paradise we had hoped to reach; the cold burns the skin and reaches into the soul. The hills are barren, the trees stripped. Everything is different here, down to the very smell of the water. James Towne is an unstable place; from what I have learned so far there is an unstable peace between the colony and the native Indians, held only by a council whose members quarrel at every turn. Only the pastor, Reverend Robert Hunt, seems to keep the flame of hope alive in this pit of hell we have wandered into.
September 11, 1608
John Smith has succeeded John Radcliff as governor here after the pitiful leadership experienced over the summer months. Lizzie perished less than a week after we arrived, of burns got in a fire that took the lives of many. I have not written since then for the pain was too great to bear, both wife and daughter lost in the course of one year. Though all that I loved has been taken from me, I hold faith that there is divine cause governing my suffering.
February 27, 1609
There has been so little rain…we can grow no food. People are dying everywhere. The native Indians will no longer come to our aid, if only because they suffer as well. It sometimes seems as if people die every day, just fall in the streets. Our numbers decline so quickly that it seems as if soon there will be nothing left. There is supposed to be another fleet arriving with more colonists. May God have mercy on their souls.
December 2, 1609
The fleet that was supposed to have arrived several months ago found themselves in the midst of a great storm to the South. Though the ships were scattered, many have now made it to James Towne. However, the ship bearing our temporary governor is still lost at sea. Conditions continue to decline, though the company continues to try to gain profit from their efforts. I do not see how they can continue to woo investors; the money that is spent on these ventures must be astronomical. Unless God intervenes, to which I must admit, I believe he has forgotten Virginia entirely, I would not be surprised if we were all dead by the end of five years.
February 19, 1610
It never rains. Food supplies severely diminished. God help us.
From the Papers of Master Alasdair Kenneth
Thirty-first of December, 1607
We should be arriving in Virginia any day now. We are a part of the Second Supply, under Captain Newport. Our company numbers over a hundred but on our ship there are less than fifty. Lizzie fares well, but her spirit has been dampened by the death of Anne on our four month voyage from London. I myself feel a sense of loss but remain hopeful that God will deliver us.
Second of January, 1608
We have arrived in James Towne but this land is not the paradise we had hoped to reach; the cold burns the skin and reaches into the soul. The hills are barren, the trees stripped. Everything is different here, down to the very smell of the water. James Towne is an unstable place; from what I have learned so far there is an unstable peace between the colony and the native Indians, held only by a council whose members quarrel at every turn. Only the pastor, Reverend Robert Hunt, seems to keep the flame of hope alive in this pit of hell we have wandered into.
September 11, 1608
John Smith has succeeded John Radcliff as governor here after the pitiful leadership experienced over the summer months. Lizzie perished less than a week after we arrived, of burns got in a fire that took the lives of many. I have not written since then for the pain was too great to bear, both wife and daughter lost in the course of one year. Though all that I loved has been taken from me, I hold faith that there is divine cause governing my suffering.
February 27, 1609
There has been so little rain…we can grow no food. People are dying everywhere. The native Indians will no longer come to our aid, if only because they suffer as well. It sometimes seems as if people die every day, just fall in the streets. Our numbers decline so quickly that it seems as if soon there will be nothing left. There is supposed to be another fleet arriving with more colonists. May God have mercy on their souls.
December 2, 1609
The fleet that was supposed to have arrived several months ago found themselves in the midst of a great storm to the South. Though the ships were scattered, many have now made it to James Towne. However, the ship bearing our temporary governor is still lost at sea. Conditions continue to decline, though the company continues to try to gain profit from their efforts. I do not see how they can continue to woo investors; the money that is spent on these ventures must be astronomical. Unless God intervenes, to which I must admit, I believe he has forgotten Virginia entirely, I would not be surprised if we were all dead by the end of five years.
February 19, 1610
It never rains. Food supplies severely diminished. God help us.