400 Years Ago… By Morgan W.

400 years ago an eleven year old girl named Tiger Lilly lived on  Nantucket with her Wampanoag tribe.  Tiger Lilly was one of the cooks for the tribe.  The men and boys would hunt for meat and she and ten other girls would cook with the women.  They ate deer,  fish, clams, and turkeys.  They also ate berries and corn.  She made her own clothes from animal fur.  She has two older sisters and one younger brother.  Her mother helps gather berries and take care of young children.  Her father is one of the main hunters.  She was a very adventurous girl and was always exploring Nantucket.  One day she saw people coming off a boat and…

To be continued!

THE DEER by Anna L.

I was walking with my class, when we smelled something. It didn’t smell like a skunk. No. It smelled like someone died. Up the trail we found a deer. It had a little skeleton in between it’s hind legs. The mother deer must of died giving birth. Up ahead was another small skeleton. The mother must of had birth already  and died giving birth to the second deer, therefor the deer could not survive without it’s mother.

From The Diary Of Chloe C.

10:23am                                              Chloe                                                3/21/14

The story of Katherine by Katherine C.

 It is 3:29am January 14^th 1614. I am alone, lost from my pack with winter breathing down my neck. It is -11 degrees and I am cold at less one dog stayed be hided with me, his name is Cooper. I make fire to warm use up. The fire would keep us warm. My deer skin dress would not help me now. The fire would show a signal that we were there, but there was not much to do until winter eats us. We hear a sound, I grab a stick ready to throw at any moment. It was my pack they had come back for me and Cooper. Then we leave, not putting out the fire!

It is 4:57am. I am just getting to sleep. Cooper starts barking, I get up and smell smoke. I get out of my hut and see a fire in the distant. I alert the pack and we sail to a new land called Nantucket.

                                       

A STORY ABOUT AN INDIAN by John V.

Once upon a time there was an Indian named Vieques who came to Nantucket to find a real job.  Also he was from Virginia.  Then he tried to get a job, to be a blacksmith but it didn’t work.  Then he tried to get a job to be a carpenter, it worked.  After he got the job he was so happy that he was in tears.  The next day Vieques started working for a man named Alex Ovechkin.  Then Alex Ovechkin said to Vieques, “can you drill a hole in my door Vieques and paint the door knob blue please”.  “Now I will be off my way to go to sleep in the woods”.  “But wait said Alex Ovechkin”.  “You can stay with me in my house, you will love it”.  “All right said Vieques.  After that Vieques did really well in his life fixing houses for other people.  The end.  The year was 1892.

Bad Smell - Chloe C.

12:45                                 Chloe                                                  3/10/14

   We were walking around the field station , and it was a grey and snowy day.

The ground made a squish sound as we walked. As we went along we started

to smell a nasty smell. My dog Ernie and I decided to check it out. As we got 

closer my dog Ernie ran up ahead. I tried to stop him, but I could not. I ran up

to him and saw him smelling a dead deer carcass. I almost puked , but did

not, Ernie and I left fast And was glad. 

Two Poems from Anjali D.

Down

I feel down,

Picked at.

I feel blown,

Like a gust of wind has passed me.

I feel out of town,

Foreign every each way.

Nothing could make me sadder,

Than sadness itself.

Everything

It’s packing down,

I’m at the bottom.

Though it so overfilled it’s spilling,

I still manage to have all of it.

Nights and days are packed,

As well as mornings, noons and evenings.

It’s all coming down,

And there is no stopping it.