“A Look At the Colonial World Through the Eyes of….”
Day 1: I am on the forest floor, covered in dirt and mud. I don’t remember anything that happened. All I remember is falling, someone was yelling that they will come back. The mosquitos whine softly in my ear. How did I get here? I try to sit up and feel a sharp pain in my left thigh. I slowly sit up and inspect my surroundings. Nobody is here, but I can tell they were because I can smell the gunpowder and see smolders all along the ground. As I inspect my surroundings more, I hear a deep, low rumbling and then gun fires in the distance. I look back at my leg for a sign, anything that will tell me why I’m bleeding. My leg gives me nothing, but from the looks of it, I’ve been shot with a musket. I have to get out of here, fast. I rip some cloth from my soldier’s uniform and double tie it around my thigh and try to stand up. As soon as I do that, I fall down. I get up a second time, this time with more steadiness. I look down and the blood has already soaked through my faux bandage. I have to find a doctor, a surgeon, SOMEONE that can help me. If I am going to find a doctor or a surgeon, I have to hide. I realize this after limping for a while. I spot the red coats, at a camp, talking and loading their muskets and bayonets. As soon as I see them, my throat closes. If they find me, they will kill me. I turn around and quietly limp away. I have to find a tree, the tallest tree. It won’t be easy but I have to climb it. Its the only way to see how far away I am from help.
Day 2: I have been walking around for a while, looking for the tallest tree. I can tell it’s been a few hours since I started walking. So far, I haven’t seen anything. I’m losing hope, fast. Oh, maybe those colorful people in the distance can help me. They look like they can point me in the right direction.
Day 3: Those colorful people, I’m not nice at all. They think that I’ve come to take their land, take the people away from them. I tried to explain to them that I’m I don’t want to take the people I just want some directions. But they decided that they will not help or listen to me. I don’t even know where I am, and they still won’t help me. As I was walking off I saw a canoe, and immediately knew that there must be water nearby. Later that night I went back over to where I had met the colorful people out earlier, and I saw the canoe still sitting there. Though it is harder for me to get the canoe over to the water, because of my injury, I manage to get the canoe in the water without much noise. And then, they came. All of a sudden, an arrow comes flying my way, almost ripping my ear clen off. Another one comes, this time with more accuracy. It strikes the side of the canoe, dangerously close to my leg. I turn around slowly, and staring back at me are 300 angry Native Americans, arrows placed in their bows. They are ready to fire.