Trail of Tears Dear Friend, January 10, It has now been 6 weeks since we have started traveling from Georgia. We, the Cherokee people, have not seen civilization for 3 days and my father is on the verge of dying. He caught diphtheria just last night. It is really cold. As I walk barefooted, I think of our old land and how they took it away. It's not fair we have never done anything wrong! Did we? I …showed first 75 words of 476 total…

…showed last 75 words of 476 total…is dead. What is there for me in Indian Territory anyway? I'll just be alone fending for myself, and maybe even stealing to survive. February 5, My little brother has caught pneumonia and will die if he is not treated properly. He will die because there is no one to help. I've made up my mind. I will kill myself as soon as I get the chance. I guess that's it then, I'm going to die.