Town Life and Our First Meet with the Algonquians

        

 The past few weeks have been good, hard working ones. We have found the perfect place to build our new colony, Jamestown, after our king James 1. The construction has been started and it is sheltered from the view of any possible Spanish invaders. And being close to the ocean, it will allow us to sail back if the need arises. The living areas inside the fort are to be the first to be put up and worked on, being made more comfortable even as we speak.

       But the biggest problem for those of us here at Jamestown is the so called “Gentlemen” who just sit around all day doing absolutely nothing what-so-ever and complaining about their houses being done. The lazy, god-forsaken whiners are really good for nothing and if they want to go back to England, I say let them. But enough on how this group of mine is going, for the thing that I really want to talk about is the Algonquian natives.

     Lately we have not seen much of our friends the Algonquians. They tend to keep to themselves mostly, but are also curious and since we don’t wander to far from the town, they have no choice but to come to us. It has been hard to communicate with them, as they use a language yet to be heard by other Europeans, but we are determined to start up a trading system of some sort. I can’t help but feel that I am part of something bigger and am only making way for the rest of Europe.

John Smith