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Dairy
of Wilber Winfrey
by Luke
Excerpt:
I
was walking down the
street almost to my front door. All of the sudden behind me I
heared one of the soldiers
that I had to house screaming, "the house is burning!" Luckly ,when I
had
gotten there the fire had stopped, but the kitchen was chard with ash.
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March
10,1774
The past few months the British have been taking over the whole colony. I do not think it is fair that the British can come in and tell everyone that they must house soldiers in their own home and take care of them. We cannot work, we cannot sleep, it is absurd.
I was looking out my window at a new British ship coming in, when there was a sudden knock on the door. I opened the door, and there were four British soldiers standing there. The biggest man handed me a small piece of parchment,
It read: By order of the King of England , I hearby announce the Quartering Act. All soldiers of the British army , you must provide room and board. If there is any disobedience it will equal 3 months in the goal.
I was horrified,there were four men standing there, staring into my home, it was as if there're looking right through me.I gestured to them to come in and sit down, they did. They are not very shy boys all about about 18 or 19. The biggest man starts' demanding food. It was a hard day.
March 11,1774
I woke up this morning and went downstairs.All four men were sitting at the table playing cards and smoking cigars. The night before I had stated that there was to be no smoking in the house, and yet they still did not listen. I made breakfast for them. When they had finished, I headed to my glass shop.
I am a glassmaker and today I had to make a vase for the tavern keeper fairly large in size. When I had gotten there, I cheaked to see if the silos, the big bins that hold broken glass, were full or if I had to fill them. I cleaned up my blow torch and got to work. First I had to blow to the first glass bubble by blowing harder than I normally would. To finish the piece I have to cut it off it off the blow pipe. To do that I had use a very sharp knife knife called a razor saw. Last I had to smooth the edges with very fine sharkskin sandpaper and engrave my name in the bottom. When I am all finished, I think it’s my best piece ever. Tomorrow I will present it to the tavern keeper.
March 12,1774
I had to wake up early this morning to present the vase to the tavern keeper. I had left food on the table for the boys. I got to the tavern I gave the vase to the keeper she loved it. I told her it was my finest piece ever. She thanked me then paid me. They said they had been playing cards and smoking cigars when a resting cigar on the table feel of and caught on fire. They ran out of the house because they were scared. I had told thousands off times not to smoke in the house for exactly that reason. Then I told them not to worry the carpenter would fix it in the morning. At least they offered to pay for it.
March 13,1774
I had sent a note to the carpenter the night before and told him to be hear before the afternoon. he did not show.I decided that maybe he was sick , and I went over to see. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I went inside. The carpenter was lying on the floor, dead!
I did not know what to do. There was a note on the table.It read:This man died under British Hands! I looked at the man in horror. I searched around the house in the bedroom there was a British soldier in the closet hung from a noose, dead! I figured this soldier had killed the carpenter, but why? I went into the front hall the, and the authorities were there. I told them about the note and about the dead people, then left.
June 7,1774
These past few months have been boring. The boys left to go to the war. I finally got my kitchen repard a couple of weeks ago.I am getting married in two weeks at a church in Boston. that has been my life these past few months.
The past few months the British have been taking over the whole colony. I do not think it is fair that the British can come in and tell everyone that they must house soldiers in their own home and take care of them. We cannot work, we cannot sleep, it is absurd.
I was looking out my window at a new British ship coming in, when there was a sudden knock on the door. I opened the door, and there were four British soldiers standing there. The biggest man handed me a small piece of parchment,
It read: By order of the King of England , I hearby announce the Quartering Act. All soldiers of the British army , you must provide room and board. If there is any disobedience it will equal 3 months in the goal.
I was horrified,there were four men standing there, staring into my home, it was as if there're looking right through me.I gestured to them to come in and sit down, they did. They are not very shy boys all about about 18 or 19. The biggest man starts' demanding food. It was a hard day.
March 11,1774
I woke up this morning and went downstairs.All four men were sitting at the table playing cards and smoking cigars. The night before I had stated that there was to be no smoking in the house, and yet they still did not listen. I made breakfast for them. When they had finished, I headed to my glass shop.
I am a glassmaker and today I had to make a vase for the tavern keeper fairly large in size. When I had gotten there, I cheaked to see if the silos, the big bins that hold broken glass, were full or if I had to fill them. I cleaned up my blow torch and got to work. First I had to blow to the first glass bubble by blowing harder than I normally would. To finish the piece I have to cut it off it off the blow pipe. To do that I had use a very sharp knife knife called a razor saw. Last I had to smooth the edges with very fine sharkskin sandpaper and engrave my name in the bottom. When I am all finished, I think it’s my best piece ever. Tomorrow I will present it to the tavern keeper.
March 12,1774
I had to wake up early this morning to present the vase to the tavern keeper. I had left food on the table for the boys. I got to the tavern I gave the vase to the keeper she loved it. I told her it was my finest piece ever. She thanked me then paid me. They said they had been playing cards and smoking cigars when a resting cigar on the table feel of and caught on fire. They ran out of the house because they were scared. I had told thousands off times not to smoke in the house for exactly that reason. Then I told them not to worry the carpenter would fix it in the morning. At least they offered to pay for it.
March 13,1774
I had sent a note to the carpenter the night before and told him to be hear before the afternoon. he did not show.I decided that maybe he was sick , and I went over to see. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I went inside. The carpenter was lying on the floor, dead!
I did not know what to do. There was a note on the table.It read:This man died under British Hands! I looked at the man in horror. I searched around the house in the bedroom there was a British soldier in the closet hung from a noose, dead! I figured this soldier had killed the carpenter, but why? I went into the front hall the, and the authorities were there. I told them about the note and about the dead people, then left.
June 7,1774
These past few months have been boring. The boys left to go to the war. I finally got my kitchen repard a couple of weeks ago.I am getting married in two weeks at a church in Boston. that has been my life these past few months.