October 10, 1838
I have seen the cruelty of the world. I can never let these
memories escape my mind. The sobs still echo in my ears, tingling
at my eardrums. I will have to divide these past events from my
life with you or my soul might become destroyed.
I saw vulnerable Cherokees arrested and stolen from their
helpless families and homes. They were then driven to the
stockades by the bayonet. In the depth of this chilly rain they
were sobbing, tears combining with the rain pellets.
They are not respected the least bit. Loaded like regid
animals into forty-five wagons. As if they were like sheep and
cattle. I truely despize what we do here. I never truley realized
untill I saw vulnerable, helpless people go through the emotional
shock of these events occuring right at this moment.
Many little children are so confused and lost. They waved
their small little hands towards the old houses that were once
their own as they were left home in a wagon of fear. The memories
were coming out of their eyes and trailing down their cheeks.
How is our little girl Jenette? Is she feeding well
recently? I understand she was having a little touch of coughing.
I suppose you have had her checked by the towns doctor, Mr.
Cobain. Let me know how your feeling with the pregnancy. I must
admit I am very cheered up. Six monthes in it now. It makes my
heart smile wide. I love you Martha, oh so very much.
Your one true love,
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