Here's a video on the French and Indian War.

Use the following links for the Ch. 5 summaries:
(Choose 1 of the links and write a 1 paragraph summary about what you read. Each paragraph must include at least 5 sentences.)

Fort Necessity Link

http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/first-blood-of-the-french-and-indian-war

Fort Duquesne Link

http://www.u-s-history.com/pages/h1195.html

Pontiac's Rebellion

http://www.warpaths2peacepipes.com/the-indian-wars/pontiacs-rebellion.htm

French and Indian War Scavenger Hunt

Complete the French and Indian War Scavenger Hunt

PLYMOUTH COLONY, Autumn, 1620

Dear Aunt Constance: I was so grateful to arrive in the New World, but I am now beginning to wish that we had never left home. I know that father had a hard life in England because he was punished for following his conscience and worshipping in the Separatist Church, but I wonder if it could have been as hard as this. We arrived here just as winter did. It is bitter cold and snow is almost always upon the ground, but God has blessed us with a place to start our new town. There is a fair brook running under a high hill that Father says will offer us protection from our enemies. The men have begun building houses on land, but we must remain on the ship until they are nearer to being finished. I never thought I would still be aboard the ship for so long after we arrived! I suppose it is safer on the ship. I know not what to think of the naturals of this place that are called Indians. The first time some of our men encountered them, there was a fight though by God’s blessing no one was injured. We are on our guard now. Master Goodman—the one with the dogs—has become quite ill. He was out cutting thatch with Peter Brown when his dogs chased a great deer deep into the forest. They chased after them and were soon lost, and had to pass the night in the wilderness. When they found their way back the next afternoon, Master Goodman had to have his shoes cut off his feet as they were so swollen with the cold. Many of our party have already died, among them Mary’s mother and father. I cannot think how lost I would be in this strange and frightful place without mother and father. I pray that they will not succumb to scurvy and other diseases.

	I mean not to be so grim, but I fear that things could get far worse. We are near to scraping the bottoms of the barrels of rice, peas, and biscuit, and the men have had little fortune in hunting. I am worried, though I know that with God’s help we will survive this dark winter. Your loving niece, Lizzy

WAMPANOAG VILLAGE, Autumn, 1620

This fall the women have been harvesting the squash, beans and corn we had planted in spring. After the harvest we save corn for next year by burying it in woven bags on the hill that watches the bay. My younger brother asked father to explain why we every year we move inland to our winter homes. He explained that it is more sheltered in the forests and valleys, and that there is more wood to burn.

Lately I have begun to show some skill at providing. I made my own trap to catch a rabbit, which my mother made into a delicious sobaheg. Soon after that, my father gave me my first real ahtomp and brought me with him on the hunt. We killed deer, turkey and squirrel. We blessed the spirit of the animals and gave them thanks. Because of the strength and accuracy I displayed with the ahtomp, I was asked to join in on other hunts. On one hunt we gave chase all the way back to the place of the cleared land, and there we saw it—the hill that watched the bay was disturbed! Our corn for next year had been dug up and was gone! This thievery caused much disturbance among our People. Our Sachem arranged a scouting party to go back, and around the 13th moon they returned to the bay and discovered the culprits: white men, covered head-to-toe in cloth, paddling a mishoon back to what looked like a great bird on the water! Some older men have seen this before and say that it is a huge mishoon called a ship. Whether these strange people are friend or foe, we know not. I wonder what our Sachem and his counselors will decide to do. Diary entry of 12-year-old Pometacomet, a fictional member of the Pokanoket tribe of the Wampanoag nation.

Wampanoag Words Noohkik: parched corn Sobaheg: meat stew Ahtomp: bow Kiehtan: the creator Sachem: chief Mishoon: canoe

Ahtomp: bow Kiehtan: the creator Sachem: chief Mishoon: canoe

MAYFLOWER, Autumn, 1620

Dear Aunt Constance, You wondered what life in a ship would be like. I can now tell you, I would trade my bed for yours in the beat of a heart! I sleep on a damp bed in a tiny cabin with mother and father. We are all packed in like so much cargo below deck. We do not know many of the other passengers, yet we live nearly on top of each other. Few of us have ever been aboard a ship, and there is much seasickness. The stench is most awful! I welcome the times when we are allowed to go on deck to empty our chamber pots and breathe the fresh air. When the weather is fair, the days are much the same. We pray as we rise in the morning and before and after we take our meals. For food we commonly have peas or bean pottage, cheese and ship’s biscuit. For drink, we have beer. We have some water but they say it will soon go bad. Did I tell you that I have a friend? Her name is Mary and I am so grateful for her. Mary and I play games, tell riddles, sing or just speak to each other. It is often too dark to even read. There are few other lasses on the ship since most families left their daughters behind until our town is built. The sailors will sometimes allow us on deck, but they are a hard lot and frighten me somewhat. Master Goodman brought his two dogs—a mastiff and a spaniel—and we chase them as they chase the mousers that chase the rats. Have I made mention of the rats? They are almost as great in size as the mousers!

May the Lord help us when the weather is not fair. Father told me that sailors usually seek safe harbor in the autumn and now I know why. The storms are fearsome! They roll and toss our poor ship which creaks and moans as though it will break apart. My arms and legs are bruised from being thrown about and having things fall on me. In one storm, a young man was thrown into the sea, but by God’s good will he caught hold of a line that was dragging in the water and was saved. Just a fortnight ago came the worst storm yet. Aunt Constance, I thought we would all surely drown and become food for the fishes. The ship’s upper works were leaking and of a sudden there was a great snap! Master Carver told us that one of the ship’s main beams had cracked. Many of the crew wanted to turn back, but after much consultation, t’was decided that we would continue. The carpenters and sailors mended the beam and caulked the leaks. Thus we put our faith in God and we press on. I do not think that I can stand such a fright again. I pray that we reach the New World soon.

Your loving niece, Lizzy