Dear Sarah,
It has been a completely rough time for us here. We finally found some other loyalists and we have formed a small community. We have barely any resources or tools around here. We have to make do with what is here. Ma even had to find a log to roll out the little dough we had to make bread. Ma and Pa keep on telling me that I am old enough to go out on my own for a long time. I need to stay with them to make sure they survive and so we can find you together. On our way here, we came upon the ruins of a village. Houses were burned, smashed and it was completely deserted. I get chills even thinking about it. Anyways, as we were walking I came across a locket. I picked it up in disbelief. It was the exact same locket I gave you a long time ago. You must have been in that village before it was destroyed. We had to completely clear out our land grant before it was useable. It was very hard work, and took days and days. We are basically living in complete wilderness. The land that belonged to the First Nations people that supported Britain during the war was transferred to the Americans through the Treaty of Paris. The First Nations felt betrayed, and one man traveled to London to petition for the First Nations people. Recently, the governor of Quebec granted land to them on either side of the grand river. They are happy now. The nights have been sleepless without you. Every night I can hear the wolves howling fiercely in a grinding discord. It is very disturbing combined with those terrible images of our house burning down, and my nightmares of that one day...
Your brother,
George Davis Lanott
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