October 1, 1629
Elizabeth has passed away, and I can only pray that she will be happy up in Heaven. The town doctor is telling me that I too am ill, but how can I be ill if I feel it not?
This land has been a blessing to us, but it has been hard. The soil is infertile and I tire of working so hard. Things in England may have been hard, but at least we never struggled to this extent.
It is very un-Christian of me to say, but I pray that I am ill and fall to the same fate as Elizabeth. Just so that I may meet her in Heaven, and we can be happy.
-Abraham Wilson


















