Eighth Entry: August 30th 1834

We had grabbed much food from New York. We were lucky the people were none the wiser of us being Loyalists. We also managed to get horse feed, which was a godsend. Mary finally started talking to me again. I missed her company.

As we traveled along the road we found a disrupted and broken wagon with a dead horse beside it. Mary and I recognized the wagon and horse immediately. They belonged to the Abbotts. Mary and I looked at each other concerned. We feared the worst for our old friends.

However hours later as we drove, we found the two Abbotts walking down the road holding as many cases of belongings as possible. It seems Mrs. Abbott prioritized bringing her belongings over Mr. Abbotts.

They were starving and on the verge of passing out. We gladly took them aboard. I do worry about feeding a group of eight on the trip. They were very thankful, and grateful. I am positive Mrs. Abbott would have given us an earful on how we were wrong to stay behind if she had not passed out after we fed them.

Ninth Entry: October 1st 1834

The children are beyond bored. I let them draw in the my book today. They are quite the artists. Mr. Abbott woke up today and offered to help steer the horse with me. It was nice to have another man around.

He explained that Mrs. Abbott sacrificed much of the horse feed for more space for her belongings. Their horse had died from starvation and caused a crash. They walked for days before we found them.

They most likely would have died. When Mrs. Abbott woke up she hollered about how right she was and how her husband was to blame for the crash. Adeline hung out with me to avoid the gossip of her. Smart girl.

Tenth Entry: October 13th 1834

Tragedy struck today. I have not written in awhile. Alexander is dead. Mrs Abbott and Mary got in a fight. Mary fought about the lessening food problem and proposed we leave the baby behind. While they fought, almost in a twist of irony the baby, unsupervised fell off the wagon, and died from the impact. The mood is sour. But Mrs. Abbott is very pleased. I am getting very annoyed at that women.

Eleventh Entry: October 17th 1834

We were out of food when we arrived in a town named Albony. We spent all our remaining money on supplies for the remainder of the trip. The days were getting colder, and Mrs. Abbott just kept complaining more and more. We stayed in an inn, and Mrs Abbott insisted she and Mr. Abbott get their own room.

I sat with Mary and tried to reconnect with her. She had been devastated by the lost of our son. So was I. It was hard to keep going. Even the twins had become less energetic and happy. They missed their brother.

It was times like this where I wondered how the people even found out we were Loyalist. After we left town we became unknown to them, and we were very careful not to reveal our secrets. Soon, Mary and I finally stopped our fighting and reconnected over the death of Alexander. Despite everything, we still loved each other.

Twelfth Entry: October 20th 1834

We have been on the road again. We changed course a little. We decided instead of Quebec we would head to a small town named Belleville. We decided this mostly because it was closer, and Mrs. Abbott would not stop complaining on how cold Quebec would be.

So we turned a new direction and headed that way. The twins are shivering. I want to give them some of Mrs. Abbotts clothes as blankets for them, but she will not budge so they were super cold. I have been getting more and more mad at her. Adeline gave the children her coat to share. I gave her mine. So now I am chilled because Mrs. Abbott is the worst. Mr. Abbott seems to be getting annoyed too, which is odd since he usually bows down to her like she is god.