April 14, 1676 In the Year of Our Lord (evening)

There is a bit of a change in our wigwam tonight. I was forced to go outside last night as they tended to my mistress's papoose who was very sick. It was a long cold wait but after a time, I was invited back into the wigwam, but my mistress was not there, and neither was the child. I fell asleep near the edge without blanket or mat, lying on the cold ground. In the morning I found out that the child had died. They buried the papoose and tonight they had more room in the wigwam and extra food; venison and ground nuts. I could tell that my mistress was distraught and though I'd had a similar experience, I could not bring myself to console her. I had no misgivings about this; my conscience did not conflict me in this.