The two day journey from Belleville was very strenuous. I continuously thought about my mother's love for cooking and the small, comfortable bedroom I shared with George.
When we arrived at the market, I, at first, was worried about not being able to hire a stall but in the end everything sold magnificently. To celebrate our luck, George let me tour Toronto but I ended up listening to a man in a red wig talk about the soon-to-be rebellion. Just as I figured out who he was and confirmed the rumours, these soupets jumped out of nowhere! It was a quick decision for me to go, attack the thugs and save Mackenzie from the icy waters of Lake Ontario. I was followed by many other strong farmers, but there wasn't enough to save me from a fat lip and a probably bruised eye.
I feared my brother would get upset at the sight of me, also considering my muddy worn in doublet and breeches. The fear would not off set the feeling of accomplishment however. Mackenzie afterwards, thanked me for being so brave.
After rushing back to the wagon, and being lectured by George we headed home. Or so I thought.. instead of turning left back to Belleville we turned right!
I prompted questions about what was going on but George wasn't quick to answer. He gave me instructions and told me that the wagon and the horses were now my responsibilty. I was scared for what might happen. If he didn't return it would be my fault.
To follow his first instruction, I headed to Montgomery's Tavern. The men inside were generous, including Montgomery. I was offered food and a place to sleep while George handled his mysterious buisness. All I could think about is what happened to George, what might happen to him and what would I do if he didn't return by morning..
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