The sun has not been bearing down on me so hard. The indigenous people have been coming to our farm and getting some sugar from us. They do not know what to do with it. They wear clothing made from the local jumping animal, I think it is kangaroo. They eat the nice green grass first thing in the morning. I am up early every morning cooking for the boss and his family. There is him and his wife and 3 children. They had one of their children die from illness on the ship. The mother keeps busy by working in the vegetable garden with her children. I am left in the house that has been built to clean it and make meals. Maybe I will marry someone to leave this place. I want to go back to England...
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