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Week 1

Genevieve

Today I got onto the boat to travel to New France. I am scared; I don’t know what it is going to be like. Last night I was on the streets of Paris with no money, no clothes, and no brew. Now I am being dressed in these nice dresses, and accessories. I am so excited to finally meet my husband to be.

The journey across the endless ocean seems like an eternity. They said it would take half a week to cross the massive straight. Some women are already complaining about how long this voyage is taking, these are the women that grew up in a rich family and have been pampered by their parents until now, now they are left out on the streets with no love, no husbands, and no money. I on the other hand have been on the streets all my life; I have made “love” to eat for a day, and stolen for a living. I grew up an orphan. When we finally got to New France, there were lots of people to greet us. Most of them were men, but some were dirty, unhealthy women. By the looks of them they had been living there for quite some time. After some time waiting in a small room, a group of nuns came through the door and informed us that we will receive some cattle (each), and some money to start off our farm with our new husbands.

After a day and a half, the men that we were to spend the rest of our lives with showed up. We had no choice on who our partners would be. The one who chose me was fat, ugly, and had a big scar in the middle of his face. He took me to his farm after he offered the most francs to the person in charge of us. I might have been wrong about this whole move to New France thing being exiting. I hope I can make the best out of my situation.

Week 2 Genevieve So –far I have made the best out of my situation. I had thought that the man who took me home later that night was going to be mean and nasty, but he was very nice, and well mannered. While we were eating dinner he told me how he got the scar on his face. He’d said that a beaver viciously attacked him in a desperate attempt to save the dam which was holding the river back, and keeping water from getting to the town. Before the beaver could do any serious damage he had shot it with his ARKABUSE! The man will be going on a hunting trip to get the beaver pelts he needs to support us in the winter to come. While he is away I will have to do his share of daily chores, and tend to the cattle every morning and every night. I do hope nothing bad goes on while he’s gone.

Bibliography: Wikipedia, my imagination, various library books.