History Chapter 4 part 6

Hey, I’m the governor and I really think that all the loyalists coming up here was for the best. With all the extra people we should be able to overpower the 13 colonies if they attack again. (I hope we don’t have any more spies in camp) The population of Nova Scotia increased from twenty-thousand to thirty four thousand. We have so many more people working now (Not me of course) we are much more productive. We will triumph in battle next time (I won’t be fighting of course)!

History Chapter 4 part 5

It’s Rebecca again; it has been five days since I last wrote. In those five days we travelled to upper North America (Thank goodness). We settles south of where most loyalists went because my dad said that it would be too crowded. I’m famished from all the work we were doing to build a new home. Some people settled next to us (I’m assuming for the same reason for why my dad chose to stay here). Even though I just met the people there they were already helping me because they saw that I was struggling. At the rate we are going I think that we will be done in a week. I’m so glad we don’t have to travel anymore it gave me blisters. 

History Chapter 4 part 4

Dear Diary,

It’s Rebecca, who else. One morning we were having tea and crumpets when a patriot knocked on our door. My father answered it and yelling the patriot said “YOU PEOPLE HAVE TO LEAVE AND MOVE NORTH INTO BRITISH TERRITORY” It wasn’t very nice…. (I think he had bad hearing). I know my father didn’t want to leave this house so he started arguing with a yell at the patriot. The patriot finally threatened to burn down our house and so my father said “fine were moving north”. He didn’t seem too pleased with it, but we had no choice. We loaded the wagon and headed north to British territory. I even saw my childhood friend staring at me while nodding his head left and right muttering something. I think if I knew what he was saying it wouldn’t be nice, we went up the trail into the forest. We walked along with the wagon for hours until nightfall came. This is probably one of the last times I will be writing, but I hope we make it to upper North America soon. We don’t get to eat much around here……

History chapter 4 part 3

My family and I were a neutral family that tried to remain on a neutral side, but when we saw that poor man covered in tar and how the 13 Colony people treated him we defected to the British side to try to stop this madness that was the 13 COLONIES! We were now Loyalists that were under watch every day (the people watching were sort of creepy). The war soon ended and the outcome was not pleasing for the loyalists because the 13 Colonies won (Dang it we lost). With all the Patriots influencing us to move north we got forced out of our house (They were so mean!). We started heading north but we weren’t the only ones. We saw many other loyalists walking in the same direction including people who looked like slave who were travelling for freedom.

History Chapter 4 part 2

 Merchants all over Quebec are arguing about they should get more rights than the French (Those merchants are such a drag…). I, lieutenant to the governor Paul Gion shouldn’t have to put up with this pointless arguing. They demand for better rights. That wasn’t the worst of my time being the lieutenant to the governor. The king said that you have to pay for every piece of paper the print.  They protested the Stamp tax and got it to be cancelled. Unfortunately that wasn’t the least of it next they made a tea tax and the merchants started wailing at me complaining that they couldn’t keep up the amount of tea they were selling to people ( In my opinion I liked seeing the merchants being provoked so much). Next the people protested against the tea tax. They won by throwing tea into the harbor (Which was a Waste Of Tea!).

History Chapter 4 part 1

My name is Antonio and I was alive during the fall of New France. This entry in my diary is about what my feelings and location was after the fall of New France or should I call it British North America. It was a windy mid summer’s day and I was a 9 year old boy in my parents’ house near Montreal. When I was right about done hoeing the land, we were told of the fall of New France. I was devastated, and crushed that my home nation was defeated by the accursed British. Even though we were told that all French people could go back to France on a boat, my father and mother decided we would be better off on our own embracing nature then going to France. After all, the drugs there have corrupted our civilization. We were informed by some British messenger that the Monarch asked if they would become British, but we refused because we wanted our culture to remain strong and to be in Canada for future generations.

 In a few weeks my friend from the First Nations of which name I cannot pronounce or spell visited me in my town and told me of how they didn’t wanted their land to be taken in Ohio Valley. His clan defended their land because the British think that since the amazing French were taken down by them they could take whatever land they wanted. He told an epic tale about how he, his father, and other people from his clan came together and took over several of the British forts, but in the end they went back to their home for the winter since it was too cold in the forts. They ended up making a truce so that the British felt safer and didn’t have to worry about the French attacking their forts. This tale I think is true enough, but some parts I think aren’t true.