RKPJAM_Jamestown

The other kids shrugged their shoulders and
dragged their feet in the sand as they slugged toward
the house. Christina thought that what you read in
history textbooks does not do justice to how things
really were. She tried to imagine living in this forest
every night, winter and summer.
Sure, you had your friends and family nearby,
and surely there was a fire going through the night
and the young warriors took turns keeping watch.
But how frustrating and scary it must have been, she
thought, to always have to worry about when a
warring tribe would attack you, or when the English,
whom you could not even understand, might pick a
fight, or when a new disease might make the whole
village sick and many people die. She shuddered.
In the long house, they found some leftover
flat cakes and decided just to nibble on them. They
tried to fall asleep on the hides and other bed
coverings, but the mosquitoes came along and nibbled
on them. It was clearly going to be a long night.
Christina wished that they had made it to
Fort James, or even better, back to Mimi and Papa.
She was worried about her little brother, who loved
to camp, but this was something different.
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