Journal Entry #22

            This is John. Pierre will be no longer be writing in this journal... yesterday, when I was working at the farm, Nertha and Pierre were at home. Nertha tells me that suddenly three Britain soldiers popped in with guns, and they grabbed Pierre by his hair and dragged him away. Nertha cried and tried to protect him, but the soldiers said that he was a person convicted to high treason, and that unless she wants her land taken away, she'd better pretend that she doesn't know Pierre. She wiped herself up and took in all the tears, but the moment I came home, she began to cry, and she told me the story between sobs. When I look at the couch that Pierre was last sitting on, I found this book that I am writing in at the moment. Reading his past journals made me feel like I knew more about him (too late for that I guess). I would've never guessed that he was had helped out the Americans in the War of 1812. I suppose I should thank him for acting as if he didn't know who anybody was, or else their house may have been burnt down. I'll take extra good care of this diary because it is the only memory of my good friend Pierre. I heard that he was getting hung tomorrow...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #21

               After we lost the war, Britain and the United States signed a "The treaty of Ghent," in Belgium December 24, 1814. The boundaries of Britain and the United States went back to how it was before the war, and they also promised that they will not take away the First Nations land, or use the First Nations as allies in war again. Since the United States no longer need me to fight wars for them, they let me out. I'm back in Canada, and I've met an old friend of mine. His names John, and he went to Sierra Leone to Live a better life. When I first saw him inside a bar, I thought that I was seeing things. John had grown so much over the years. He was no longer that skinny boy that didn't know what to do, to a powerful man with authority. He told me that life in Sierra Leone was not as promising as they had told him when he was about to join the others and move to Sierra Leone. Right now, I am in his house in front of the fire. I like staying at his house since he is very kind towards me, and he tells me stories about how life was in Sierra Leone. Since John is a man who gets a lot of respect in this village, being his friend makes my life a whole lot easier. John's wife is also very nice, and I can see why John chose her as his partner. Though I think Mary was a better cooker, John's wife Nertha doesn't seem like a better person at all. Now that I have recovered and I am much stronger than before, I will help out with the farm beginning tomorrow. I already feel tired at the thought but I owe John so much that it's the least I can do.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #20

            I'm not sure how I should write this down. Unfortunately, we lost the war, and I feel bitter that I lost, but the good part is that I'm alive. The other good part is that I myself was the one that had shot Brock down. He was my only hope of finding my mother, but I don't regret it. That man deserved it. This war is now remembered as the "Battle of Queenston Heights." I don't really like the name. I would prefer the name, "The battle in which Pierre shot Brock," but maybe it's not as catchy as the first one. What happened in the war is that the American force that I am in attacked the British North American force at around 4 in the morning (Yes I had to get up very early). Anyone with a sane mind would have ran away from the force that the Americans sent, but Brock decided to counter with the small force that he had. Eventually I shot him down, and his troops retreated and waited for reinforcements to come. When the reinforcements came, we lost (I don't want to explain it in detail). 958 Americans were taken prisoner. And I know I didn't mention this from the beginning (I don't want to scratch out the beginning since ink is scarce here), but right now I am in ANOTHER cell. Why? Because I was one of the 958 prisoners that was taken. Next time I fight a war, I'm going to make sure that I stay a bit behind so that something like this doesn't happen. The good part is that George is also here with me (Not necessarily "good" to be trapped in a prison cell, but the more the merrier). George seems a bit shaken by the war though. The only family member that he had was his brother named Fred, but according to George, they were fighting side by side when Fred got shot. This gets me worried about Addie and Damien. Addie's my older sister, and Damien is my younger brother. Everyone used to think that Damien was bad news because he was a natural troublemaker, while me and Addie were the ones that everyone thought was perfect. Damien's name also means to kill (though I think that so much more cooler than my name, because my name means rock or stone). My sister had the coolest name meaning which was, "of the noble kind." This makes me wonder what happened to both of them...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #19

               My "father" has sold me to the Americans. Right now, I am dressed in a American military suit, and is about to be put into war. I don't know where my mother is, but my father said that he won't kill her, which is a slight relief. In this military, it's clear that the high ups here doesn't care what happens to us. The food here tastes bad, the people here all hate each other, and if you try to escape, the guards won't think twice about putting a bullet through your head. I'm not sure why they expect us to fight when they treat us so badly. The one thing I regret is that again I wasn't able to say goodbye before parting with my mother. I have one friend here named George. He's very nice to me, and the situation that he's in is far from good. I feel kind of bad for him because I've only just recently come here, but he's been around since he was very young. He doesn't know who his parents are, nor does he know whether they are alive or not. It seems like the Americans are stirring up a war with British North America. And it seems like I'm going to be in yet another war. I'd gladly fight the British North America, and my father's troops. I'd shoot down Brock myself if I had the chance. I don't really think the war is fair though. The Americans have so many more troops than British North America, and they are also busy fighting a war with Napoleon at the same. But for this war alone, I want win more than ever. 


My Reasons
-Brock is fighting on the other side
-I lost at my previous war so I want to win this one
-I get shot if I don't fight


I can't sleep these days because the thought of having another war brings me back memories of the one before...


-Pierre

Journal Entry #18

          Right now I am in a dark prison cell. You see, just about a day ago, I arrived at where Tecumseh was. I left my mother at a nearby house (by the way, she forgives me now, though I don't think she really likes the idea of her son being a murderer), and I decided to visit Tecumseh. When I arrived at where Tecumseh was, I noticed that there were other people there as also. As I went closer, I noticed that the people that were here were Brock's men! I knew that this meant Brock was here. Willing to see Brock, I sneaked inside the cottage. When I went inside, I saw two man shaking hands. I was supposed that the dark skinned man was Tecumseh, and the other man that looked like me was Brock, my father. That night, I sneaked inside of Brock's tent with a gun, hoping that I'll catch him when he comes inside to sleep. But... it was a busy day, and therefore I felt asleep before Brock arrived. Brock knew what I was up to, and he decided to capture me when I was asleep. He threw me in the cell that I am currently in, and he told me that I was to stay here until his men determined the location of my mother. Me and my mother are to be separated, and he is going to sell me to some rich dude. Right now, I'm scared. Is this man that I am facing at the moment truly my father???

-Pierre

Journal Entry #17

                At the moment, I'm staying at an inn called First Canada Inns. It's services aren't that bad, and nothing really special has happened except for the fact that... MY MOTHER WOKE UP. When she did, I was so surprised yet happy at the same time. But... she didn't really seem so happy. She seemed sad and disappointed. Not being able to withstand her disappointment in me, I left the room that I was staying in, and I am now in the lobby. I've met a man named Richard Pierpoint, and he's brilliant. First of all, he's a utterly BRILLIANT man, and second, he's the founder of the Black military company called Coloured Corps. I really admire this man. He has a good sense of humor, and he's the type of person that would earn the respect of everyone. He told me that he was born in 1746 in Bondu, Africa. When he was just a teenager, he was taken to slavery. He fought in the Butler's Rangers during the American Revolution. Hearing all this made my respect for him even greater, since such a thing has never happened to me before. Richard says that he's on a journey to... um... (I forgot), and that him and his men are just staying at this Inn for the night. I told him the situation that I was in, and he told me that I should go apologize to my mother. Since Richard is a very wise man, I won't refuse, but I'm not sure if I can face my mother...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #16

             My mother has not yet woken up, though the doctor said that she was in a big state of shock, and that she should wake up in a day or so. I am seriously worried right now. What if mother never wakes up??? Well, the good news is that we are nearing the area where Tecumseh's supposed live. As we get closer and closer to our destination, I hear more and more about Tecumseh. Apparently he was born in 1768, as a member of the Shawnee nation. He has a brother named Tenskwatawa (yes, it is a strange name), and they are both strongly against the idea of selling the first nations land to the Americans. From what I hear, Brock is also coming to where Tecumseh lives in order to meet him. I must get there as soon as possible, and I'm assuming that I'll arrive there at around the late beginning of August. I'm also hearing a lot of things about Brock. He was said to have been born in 1769, in England. He hose military as his career, and was sent to Canada in 1802. His assignment was to improve the colony's ability to defend itself against mostly the United States. In 1811 he became the head of the British forces in Canada. I don't know much more, but rumors say that he has a tattoo on his left shoulder (I wonder what it is?). I'm assuming that I will get to my destination in two or three days, and I must go there as fast as fast as possible, so I think I'll have to find somewhere to stay for the night before it gets to dark...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #15

             Right now I am in a tight situation. In my fury and frustration of knowing the truth of my wife, I've killed Mary and Simcoe. I feel strangely regretful at the fact that I've killed Mary. Though she was Simcoe's daughter, and my half sister that I never wanted, it's not like she had a choice of who to have as her parents. Also, after I've given Mary a fatal blow to the heart, she told me that she was pregnant. By then, it was too late. Before I killed Simcoe, he confessed that  he offered to buy her for a lot of money. At first, my entire family was against the offer, but as time went by, my father found the offer much to tempting. Simcoe and my father both planned the kidnap, and that night Simcoe came with a bunch of men and ran off with my mother. Right now, I am on my way of looking for my father to seek revenge. From what I remember his name was... Brock I think? Last night, after killing Mary and Simcoe, I told my mother what I have done, and that she should come with me to find this man named Tecumseh. After hearing what I said my mother passed out. I've put her on my horse and we are now running away as fast as possible, since Simcoe has plenty of supporters who would come after me, and try to kill me if they know what I have done. Apparently Tecumseh's in a bit of a tight situation right now, because of people that call themselves war hawks. Those are the people who are trying to take over the land of the first nations regardless of their feelings. They see the first nations as obstacles in their way of expanding the border of the US. Hmm... my mother hasn't woken up yet, and it's been almost three days. I think I should take her to a doctor nearby. Though it no longer matters, I can't stop thinking about it. What would've my child looked like??? I don't think that killing Simcoe was the wrong choice, but I'm not sure if killing Mary was the right choice. I feel highly regretful, and now all I have to remind myself of Mary is the Journal entry's in which she wrote, and this straw hat in which she gave for me to wear while farming...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #14

             This is Mary again. Right now, I feel so sad and painful. Pierre found his mother, but he doesn't know about it. This is because his mother is... is... is... MY MOTHER. Yes, Pierre is my half brother. Pierre doesn't know about it yet, and my mother (also his mother) says that we should keep it a secret, or else everything would get too complicated. I'm not sure if I can keep it from him any longer though (I don't think my mother can as also). So I decided that I would write this down in his journal instead of telling him directly. Now that I've wrote this down, I feel troubled. I still remember the sad face that mother had on her face when she told me that Pierre was my half brother. She also told me that if father found out, he would kill Pierre. I wanted to question her further, but the look on her face told me that she didn't want to be questioned. I'm not sure what to do at the moment. I still love Pierre, but after he reads this, will he still love me? I have a feeling that mother will tell him the truth soon. I'm not sure if he'll take it well...

-Mary

Journal Entry #13

            This is Mary. After writing in Pierre's journal once, I wanted to try again. Right now Pierre is in his room by himself, and he doesn't want for anybody to come in. Same goes for my father. When they first met, my father was very happy to see him, and they were like best friends until dinner time. At dinner time, Pierre thought that he couldn't keep it from his father any longer, and he decided to tell my father. Let's just say... he didn't take it too well. Now they are both depressed, and me and my mother, Elizabeth Simcoe don't know what to do. I have strange feeling though. When my mother first saw Pierre, she had this strange look in her eyes. She didn't seem happy to see him, nor did she look sad. However, when Pierre mentioned that he was french, she looked like she was about to cry. This really gets me wondering. Does mother know Pierre? Well, anyways... me and her have been talking, and apparently my father was in need of settlers here in York, but the problem is that no Europeans can come at the moment because there's a war going on in Europe. So my father has been trying to bring settlers from America. My mother is trying to be cheerful about York to attract more settlers. I am so worried about Pierre... 

-Mary

Journal Entry #12

              Hi. This is Pierre. I've talked to my wife about moving to York. It turns out that she misses her family a lot. Right now, we are on our way there. It's a long way to go, but my wife right now is really excited at the thought of meeting her family, and I can't help but to be energized when I see her being so cheerful. But I'm a bit nervous. According to Mary, her father is very strict, and has a strong belief that Britain is the best country in the world. Also, he loves his only daughter VERY much. This gets me even more nervous, since I'm pretty sure that John Simcoe won't be too thrilled by the fact that his only daughter was married to someone french. Apparently John Simcoe is in sort of a tight situation right now. I don't know much about it, but I think it's because there are still people who believes that Kingston would be a better capital, and they would not help John out. Well... I'm really tired at the moment, and I think I should get some sleep before we arrive there. Though I'm not sure if I can sleep that well since I'm really nervous...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #11

                     Hi. This is Pierre. I was incredibly shocked when I saw that my wife has found my journal (definitely NOT a diary). I was really shocked, but I am actually glad that she wrote down in my journal. Because I sort of did want to write down about Simcoe, since a lot of villagers talk about him lately, but I was afraid that I would not be able to explain him so well. But what better way to have his own DAUGHTER talk about him? I'm very concerned about the fact that Mary's father wants her to her to come live with him at York. It also makes me feel sort of bad since she wrote it down in my journal without telling me first. This means that she wanted to tell me, but she was afraid that I might react badly to it. If that's the case, then it means that she doesn't trust me very much, which is sad since I trust her with everything. I think that though it hasn't really been that long since we've settled in our new home, we should go live in York since Mary seems to miss her family a lot. I know how she feels... and this makes me hope that I can find my mom someday soon...though I have my doubts.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #10

             Hi... this is Mary. My husband's at work and... um... I happened to find this... diary/journal. At first I was pretty surprised that my husband had such a thing, but after a while I thought that it was pretty neat, and since he had it ever since he was young, I realized how much this meant to him. So... I decided to surprise him by writing what else has happened so far. Well... something that I should add is that it was pretty awkward when I found out that Pierre was French and when he found out that I was British. We both believe very strongly that out own country is the best. But... by the time we found that out, we already loved each other too much. So we just came to the resolution that we slightly loosen our beliefs. My name is actually Mary Simcoe. My father is the first lieutenant governor of Upper Canada. He's a very strict man, and he's sort of the military discipline sort of guy. Well, he has recently been stationed in Quebec because of something (I think), and I don't think he likes the fact that Newark is the capital of the colony. I know that he likes York a lot because of it's location. He's thinking about making York the military stronghold. He wants me to come live in York. I haven't told Pierre about it, but I have a feeling that he might not like the idea. 

-Mary

Journal Entry #9

               Much has happened since John has left. Life has been tougher for me, but not anymore, since my wish of having a wife has come true. She's a very fair young lady, and she's very good at cooking. My old man was there for the wedding, but unfortunately, a couple of days later, he passed away (yes, I know. Awfully tragic). Since it was only me and my wife (by the way, her name's Mary), we decided sell all our land and move towards the west side or the Bay of Fundy. Here, we started a new life that we are both very happy with. Though... the high ups are growing uneasy at the amount of loyalists that live here. Oh well. I'm very happy now, but I'm worried that I may be a little too happy when I still don't know what happened to my family. I have pretty much stopped hoping that I may see them one day though. I can't even remember their faces!!! I wish they were at my wedding...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #8

              My old man said that John can stay, but John only stayed for a while (sucks for me). After a couple of days that he stayed with us, a guy named Thomas Peters came into our village. He was with these people called the Sierra Leone Company. They were talking about how the black loyalists can go to Sierra Leone and live a better life. Though John wanted to stay, he also wanted to go. He wanted to be with people who understood how he felt. I realized that, and though I didn't want him to go, I told him to go.  So he left (so sad). I hope he lives a better life in Sierra Leone. But now I again have more work to do (I need to seriously go find myself a wife).


-Pierre

Journal Entry #7

                   Ah... shade... I'm sitting under a tree and having a bit of rest. It's so much work in Nova Scotia!!! I suppose it;s not as bad as it was when we first came here, we had to get a land grant, clear it (that was really difficult), plant crops, and we had to build our home. Plus, winter really was harsh. The female high up past away in winter, and now it's just me and my old man. The problem with this is that I have to do pretty much all the work (Hmm... I should hurry up and get married so that my life is easier...). The problem now is that during the winter our house got messed, and I have 2 reconstruct it because my old man's sick. Fortunately, the British army has been supporting us with food, tools, and clothing. But I have a feeling that this isn't going to last very long... I'm really glad I have my friend with me though. I met him two days ago. I noticed that he was crossing my land, and stealing my crops. So I caught him, and he told me that the winter had killed all his folks, and that he needed something to eat. So I told him that if he wanted something to eat, he'd have to work. So now he's helping me with my work. His name's John, and he's a black loyalist. I'm gonna ask my old man tomorrow if he can stay with us.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #6

                  Woah. I finally found my journal (not a diary)!!! In celebration, I'll right down all the stuff that has happened. First, now I have a beard, and second, I'm now a, "loyalist." It was all because the high ups that I was staying with weren't being smart. They've doing all these things that the  thirteen colonies thought was ruining their economy. When the high ups gave Ohio Valley which they wanted for decades to France, it was something like "the last straw." The thirteen colonies had war with us, we lost, we got kicked out... blah, blah, blah. I bet if I helped fight the high ups, they would've won. But no way I'm helping them until I can find mama and get rid of this stupid accent that is making my mouth hurt. Well, we got kicked out and so on... Then this other thing called the American Revolution happened, and they put war on us, and we lost, so we got kicked out AGAIN. So now we were moving north... and somehow, we ended up in... Nova Scotia. I wish we went to Quebec instead. Some of the other loyalist that I knew moved to Quebec, but the no longer high ups wouldn't let me go (I'm going to keep on calling them high ups because it's fun). So now, I'm in Nova Scotia. I think I saw mama, but I'm not sure. I'm going to try and look for her again in the following week.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #5

               While I was staying at the fort, I suppose I let my guard down. When I woke up this morning, I found out that I was brought to the high ups in Britain. It turns out that some of those filthy British found me sleeping in their fort and brought me to the high ups. Oh well, thanks to my wonderful British accent (I never knew I had such a talent), the high ups thought that I was just a poor orphan boy that got lost. The bad part is, the British high ups took a liking to me, and they decided to keep me with them, since I was an orphan (apparently), and another bad part is that I have to keep on talking in this stupid British accent. While staying here, I found out some useful info. Apparently the British people had made a royal proclamation about two months ago, and it was made in order to organize the North American territories that had been gained by Britain in the Treaty of Paris. But its SO obvious that the British made it just so that they were scared of the first nations, and they didn't want to have the first nations running at them with pitchforks because they were on their land. Well, now I'm going to look for mama. Hopefully she's somewhere around here. I would like to ask the high ups that I stay with, but I have a feeling that if I do, they're become suspicious, and they'll kick me out (this would be really bad, since they've been giving me good food and nice clothes).

-Pierre

Journal Entry #4

                  ARGH!!! I can't believe what has happened. It's just so... ARGH. When they saw that winter was coming, the First Nations abandoned the forts and went to the wintering grounds. They stole the British forts, and then they just abandon it because it's winter!!! I'm disappointed in the First Nations. I thought that finally I might have had a chance to go against the British with the First Nations at my side, and BAM!!! Just like that, they betray me. I'm so mad right now. But  I just decided that there's no way I'm going to stay with the First Nations after what happened. I'm just going to stay at this fort and plan my next move to find mama. But... it's so lonely here...

-Pierre

Journal Entry #3

                   As I was living with the First Nations, I realized that my fellow first nations didn't like the new British rulers. They thought that the British were treating them disrespectfully. This I'm fine with, since I'll never forget that the fact that I'm not home with mama is because of them. But, the British has crossed the final line. They started to send settlers to settle in the land of the First Nations. Our leader, Pontiac saw this as an insult, and decided to go and steal some of the British forts. I'm going too. I hope this turns out to be exciting. 

-Pierre

Journal Entry #2

                 Something terrible has happened. Me and pretty much everybody else went against Britain because we didn't want to learn British (like who would?). In the end, Britain realized that there was no point in fighting us AGAIN, so they decided to leave us alone. I was so overjoyed about this news that I ran home. But the moment I got there, I couldn't believe what had happened. In front of me was my home... or more like what was left of it. There was a pile of ashes on the ground, and though I didn't want to believe it, somehow I knew that it was my home. I asked the people who lived around there what happened. They told me that some of the British people who were outraged at the fact that we wouldn't give up our land and become part of the British had come with guns, and they took all the members of my family and burned down our house. For some reason, I wasn't surprised. But now I don't have a home, I don't know where my family is, and I don't know what to do. Many people offered to let me live in their homes, but I don't like owing people favours. So, thinking that I had no choice left, I went to join the first nations called the Odawa first nations. But life in here is very difficult. Though everyone is very friendly, their way of a living is very difficult. I miss my family. I wish mama was here.

-Pierre

Journal Entry #1

                   The war is finally over. But I'm not happy. That's because we lost the war. I can't believe it. I fought for 7 years just for my country, and now that we lost, Britain's just telling us to get out of what is now their land. One thing I know is that Britain may have won, but they're not going to take away my pride. Even if I die, I'm going to go against Britain and protect all those who have settled in New France. There's no way that the British are going to take away the land that with all my people's efforts in it. I'm going to prove that New France has not yet fallen. For the good of New France, I'm going to fight to the end. 

-Pierre