Letter To Plymouth Plantation Letter Essay

Dear Samson this is Royce, in good faith, who apologizes for such a sinful delay from your last letter. That letter bestowed a whole hearted warmth upon me, a warmth I cannot say the voyage to the New World has brought. Recalling the influence of religious freedom which had urged me to strive towards this New World has pursued a bittersweet arrival. My brethren and I have prayed for different, blessed lands, yet, Cape Cod stared wildly and callously upon my optimism. Before our arrival, half of our ship’s men were plagued by scurvy and disease. Whether one death on the ship is fortunate or unfortunate (Of Plymouth Plantation, Page 7), a poor man was starved, killed and thrown over the Mayflower’s sides (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 5). Nevertheless, the Mayflower continued miles across the stormy seas (Of Plymouth Plantation, Page 8) I prayed for relief and the holiness of our arrival could not be expressed with prayer. Father would probably laugh at my pessimism. I know at times I seem like a pessimist but, deny me not that the voyage was horrible. While it was mostly terrible, during the voyage to the New World a woman did welcome a lovely child that was gifted the name “Oceanus” (Plymouth Plantation Video). For me, Oceanus symbolized a marvelous

hope of a new life. But, if given the choice I would’ve traded my bed with yours.

Once we arrived on the sandy shores of Cape Cod (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 9), an impulse to thank god for my safety became overwhelming.

I rose from the sweet sands and soon the warmth of the land’s impression had lost its heat (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 8). We have been building houses and freezing and had sacrificed ourselves to labor’s tiresome definition (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 9). Now, labor’s meaning has washed to a numbing survival amongst everyone in our settlement. However, we have settled on these soils comfortably enough to call it home. A few months into the settlement lived a temporary famine and devilish plague that kept some civilians dropping like flies (Of Plymouth Plantation, page

15).
During our famine and plague, we encountered an Indian who called himself Squanto (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 16). He spoke in broken English to our colony. The chief helped us implant a lifestyle on these unfamiliar lands. (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 16). Most of his teachings included planting corn and hunting fish and beaver (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 11). However, Squanto’s friendliness came at a price with rules (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 16). Squanto had placed six rules for our settlement to abide by. The rules Squanto had placed revolved around sending gifts, keeping our loyalty, trust and punishment. (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 17). Although I believe some of Squanto’s rules were unjust, Squanto had saved our lives with the gift of harvest (Of Plymouth Plantation, page 11). Ah, the farms soon grew plentiful and sweet. So sweet in fact that a few days ago, in celebration of the harvest we shared some of our harvest with the Indian tribe. Our settlement may not be perfect Samson, but days are looking up. At times I wish that you could join me without the experience of hardships we had to face. Never the less, I hope to hear from you soon Samson.
You’re Brother Royce