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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