The trail of tears
My legs were frozen like icicles, my stomach was empty and I was dying of thirst. I asked my Ma to carry me, but she was too weak to continue on. I would always cry and shed tears, but in the long run my Ma said it was going to be alright.
“We were so helpless that we were arrested and dragged from our homes and driven at the bayonet point into the stockades. And in the chill of drizzling rain on and October morning we were loaded like cattle or sheep into 645 wagons and started toward the west… On the morning of November 17 we encountered a terrific sleet and snow storm with freezing temperatures and from that day until we reached the end of the 26, 1839 our sufferings were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trail of death. We had to sleep in the wagons and on the ground without fire and we’ve known as many as 22 of us to die in one night of pneumonia due to ill treatment, cold and exposure.”
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April 17th, 2009 at 7:25 pm
Hi, my name is Ariel I live in Canada. Our teacher Mr. Pepper signed your class up for the 2009 blogging competition to and it’s helped me a lot with my learning skills and I would love to finally get my first visitor to comment on my posts!
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April 19th, 2009 at 4:18 pm
WOAH THERE ALI, that is one great story. YOU GO GIRL. lmao.. i loveee youuuu. ahha well i was bored which is why i am going around commenting blogs. You gotta update this chickaaa. anywhoo, have a great vacation.. (:
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April 22nd, 2009 at 10:33 am
I think that story is very sad. Ican see why the trail’s called the trail of tears. That must be very hard to leave the place you love and lived. I would never make the trip.