Dear Journal,
I have finally found refuge! I am living with a fella who I made friends with at the Loyalist camp in the summer. He was one of the lucky ones who got land. He has built himself a comfortable homestead with plenty of crops and space for another person. He found me huddled at the base of his property inside a small shack. He invited me to live with him and his wife until I can find my own home. I get some food here, in exchange for working for the fella. But the food is not enough. He and his wife had hardly enough food to go between the both of them, and now there is another belly to feed. The food is very little here. Everything except misfortune and hunger is little here. Clothes- I only have the ones on my back, tools- there are hardly any tools to work with here. To make matters worse, the government has ceased to support us any longer. Some other friends that I made have died off do to result of ‘The Hungry Years’ – a combination if miniscule food amounts and awful insects. Oh the cruel challenges of Loyalists!
Will
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