Dear Journal,
Today when we were all at our last breaths, our wagon train rolled into Oregon. Everyone found a piece of land and said hello to their new neighbors. I’m feeling excited but very tiresome. I know I’m very lucky to have made it through the long journey here.
It’s been very sad to leave behind my friends, Laura Knight, Abigail Knight, Isabelle Emerson, and Margaret Stewart. In Oregon, we are cutting down trees to make a log cabin. I have to help grow the crops, while Billy and Jacob are helping to build our home.
Our piece of land is amazing. The scent of pine trees fills the air and there is even a boat in the sparkling river. The evergreen trees stand tall and proud, their green leaves shimmering in the sunlight. The air is soft and the breeze blowing gently. The birds can we heard singing beautiful songs. The grass is tall and green, sprinkled with morning dew. Even in my wildest dreams, I would never had imagined that our new home would be so wonderful.
While we are building our home, we will be staying with our neighbors, the Robinsons. They have a girl who is the same age as me. Her name is Mary. Mary and I are already friends. It sure was worth traveling here.
Anna Clark
Who writes? I do!: Anna’s Pioneer Journal: July 4, 1851
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