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The Bad Job
I've been at this job for less than a couple weeks and I already want to die. The workers I work with are definitly not the friendlest people. I turn my back and they steal the crops I picked and claim they had picked them. I barely get a cent per week! Yesterday as I was picking crops, a women next to me was shoveling dirt and thought my hand wasn't in the way of the dirt by the crops. She dug the shovel down to the ground taking part of my finger and nail with it! -
The Horse That Saves the Day
America has many good things, but a horse is one of the many amazing things. Horses and wagons kept going by the streets and all I could think about was needing a horse. A week had pasted and I found myself sitting on my new horse. As I was imagining how much easier it was to move things around, instantly my horse jerked and I flew off like a rocket crashing to the ground. The horse had protected me from a oncoming wagon about to crash into me! -
Storms
Winter here in America was brutal. I got caught in a snow and wind storm walking back from downtown. I triped on a huge tree that had fallen and been covered up by snow. The next thing I know I'm crashed into a snow drift and can't get up. By the next morning I woke up nearly frozen death crying in pain. As the days go on I'm slowly recovering but the town isn't. There are no trees left and the town looks abandoned. -
The Shed
After the storm I wondered lost for days until I found this shed with a couple of people living inside. As a result, I was able to pay them my cents I had saved from the grueling work I used to do, and I had shelter. I became very close with some of the men living there and together we fixed it up. I had a space for my horse and was able to practice riding. This place I could call home was perfect for a few years. -
Trampled
I woke up with nothing but marks on my body, and one bag as a pillow. It was a cool morning with pain acking down my back, not knowing how or why I am outside. I had been trampled by a wagon and horses last night. As a result of this there were tracks all along where I had been laying, my horse was gone, and so was some of my belongengs. With little of rememberence I was kicked out of the shed and was walking to find a new home. I got up put my bag over my head and set back out to get shelter. -
New Life
In 1862, I was walking along a farm and came across a nice man about my age. He offered me to stay with him and work for him as a rancher. Years had passes and the man and I had gotten married. Since my husbdand had found me we have a amazing life together. We work on our farm he got from the Homestead Act in 1862, have started a family, and have produced many things such as milk and eggs to sell.
