The Broken Trail Home Analysis

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The Broken Trail Home
It was 1754 in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, during the French and Indian war. We were all eating Mama’s homemade muffins, which I, Emma, am sure the President would be awestruck by if he had some .Just then, Mama came down the wooden stairs carrying baby James. We all laughed and chatted as a family should, but that was soon to change. As I turned to the fireplace to get another cup of water, I saw a dark figure endeavoring to escape out the back door. I deliberately tried to believe that my eyes were tricking me, but in reality we were in a perilous situation. Distraught, I heard Mama’s calm and, placid voice turn to a rough cough. The house was on fire! Papa yelled to me. “Go to the meadow! We’ll meet you there!’” It took him a while to coax me into leaving them. Mama gave me baby James and I ran as fast as I could. I wanted to stay, but I went, for baby James’ sake. After a while, I saw mama motioning me to come back. She disappeared! A dark figure came up to me and cuffed my mouth. Another came and took baby James, and I persevered, in trying to escape out of the Indians arms …show more content…

I was sad that James wasn’t taken to my so called”, mother”, but thankfully, he was taken to a woman in a hut close by. The young woman put her corn down and gave me a sweet smile. She seemed to be very amiable. She drew an askew line, which I thought was a river, and then she drew arrows following it. I supposed her name was flowing river? I had no idea how to tell her my name, since she did not know English, but I just wrote my name. I was enthralled to see that she nodded her head. She could read English,, but could not speak it or listen to someone else without wavering and being confused. Three years passed, and I was thirteen. It felt as if it would be a tedious amount of time until I reached home. James had become a weak little three-year-old toddler, but was playful and adept like