Meeting James Secord     

     Today, we have reached shore in Queenston after a long boat ride, and the place seemed not even big enough to be a small village. After we unloaded everything from the ship, father left to find a place to stay, and we headed to a nearby hill under an oak tree with all of our luggage except for the large truck that was too heavy to carry. So, Sam insisted on staying behind to guard the trunk. 

     Shortly after that, a wagoner with neat and fresh clothes drew his horses to a stop in from of the oak tree, and offered to help us. His name was James Secord, and he had opened a general store five miles away from the area. After a short conversation with him about settling in Upper Canada, and that we could get supplies from his store, I asked him to help us carry the large trunk to the oak tree. 

     So, he and his friend Josh, which he had called from down the hill, and Sam carried the trunk up the hill and set it with the other trunks. Finally, he introduced us to stay at Fairbank’s Tavern, and to tell them James Secord sent us. And with that, he left. 

     After father came back, he told us that there was nowhere to stay, not even Fairbank’s Tavern. But after convincing him to try again, except this time, saying that James Secord had sent us, we went to the Tavern, and ran into Mr. Secord. He offered to ask for a room for us, and after a brief conversation with the man at the counter, we got two rooms for the family. Although he said it would only be for tonight, he assured that he would provide us with a tent the next day to set at the edge of town. What a kind and generous man he was, and he was also about my age as well. I am so thankful for the inn, and I think that although our journey seems so hard, it is slowly working out well.