With the time that Mr. Hoar has been gone, I have done much reflection on these past few months. God provides, and not just for those who follow Him. As Matthew 5:45 says, "For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and he sends rain on the just and the unjust alike." He brought nourishment to these heathens, and they would in turn go and desolate His children. Often times this nourishment was repulsive to me; being found in the most loathsome places. They would eat anything that was living; often finding animals such as beaver, tortoise, frog, squirrel, dog, skunk, rattlesnake, and even the bark of a tree. All of this they took to be their customary food, but it took me quite a while to not think them animals themselves for eating all these.
I do not understand the native people. They mourn for their own losses but cannot see how I might want to mourn mine. There is no empathetic bone in their evil bodies. They grip Colonial towns by the throat and think nothing of it. They boasted in these victories, proud at how easily they had destroyed a town and it's inhabitants.
Can they not see what they are doing through my eyes? Do they not understand that they would feel sorrow if the English were to move in on their territories and destroy their homes? I am tired of this place. I am ready to leave.
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