Andrew Jackson Diary

We went to the Supreme Court today. When we got there, I was nervous. My stomach was in knots. I felt like I would puke. It took a while, but the judge eventually ruled in our favor. We were elated! Unfortunately, the representatives for were not. I don't understand why they don't want us here. We are farming, we have created a written language, and us children are receiving a formal education. We are becoming a peaceful part of their society, and yet they still wish to get rid of us. It makes no sense. I'm not supposed to know this, because my parents are trying to keep it a secret, but we may still have to travel to the reservation. The president, Andrew Jackson, does not agree with the Chief Justice John Marshall and he may try to make us move anyway. I sincerely hope this is not the case, but I am still uncertain. I hope to have more news soon.

We have been walking for 3 weeks. We are not allowed to go into any towns. We are not allowed to rest. We must walk, unless they give us permission to rest. The adults carry the children most of the time, or put them in the carts of our belongings. The oldest walk when they can, and
His tone is not hostile, but not friendly either. My blood turns to ice. My heart starts pounding with fear.
"I-I'm writ-t-ting about the journ-ney." I stutter out. I hope he assumes I stutter from the cold of the air and not my panic.
"Hmm. Continue." He turned away with suspicion lining his face. I shuddered.]
I can barely move my hand anymore. The ink is nearly frozen. The sun is setting, so we should be stopping soon.

[The soldiers stop abruptly.
"This is where we will make camp." One of them yells. That is all he says. I am so stiff I can barely move. I swing my legs over the edge of the cart and sit up. After I gather up my strength, I leap off the edge. I stumble and fall from the numbness in my legs. My arms are wrapped in a blanket, so I can't catch myself. I hit my head on a