Dear Diary,
My grandmother gave me this diary today for a get well gift. I have a sickness that the medicine man can not cure, and many people have died of. At least when I go, I will be with the spirits. So many people have died after the white strangers have left. They came on huge ships full with guns and weapons. Oh! The medicine man needs me to tell him how I am feeling.
Back to the subject, it is confusing to me why they came and why they left in such a hurry, but one thing that I know, is they are evil. They stole our gold and ruined the roundhouse as we were having a dance. I know that I should be nice to everybody, but I can't with these people! I think I should stop writing now, I am very tired.
Love,
Katigiwano
Dear Diary,
Today I was about to leave this world for good. My whole family was at my side and the medicine man had his blessing book out. Every time somebody died, he said a blessing to tell the spirits to look after them. He was about to take a deep breath and begin, when suddenly I opened my eyes and sat up. My family gasped! Then, I knew that they thought I was dead. After that, I asked for some berries to satisfy my stomach, and the medicine man gave me this mush made out of deer fat and herbs. He said that it would calm me down. I think he thought I was feeling odd. I am feeling odd at this moment, so I think I should stop writing now.
Love,
Katigiwano
Dear Diary,
Today my best friend S'afifitteewehi (Gold Feather) came into our chickee and talked to me for a little bit. She made me forget that I was even sick, how she encouraged me. I think I will stop writing now, I am not feeling to well.
Love,
Katigiwano
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