Diary Entry: 2

October 7, 1763

Dear Diary,

Sorry I didn't update you. I was really busy. There were some teens in some tribes that were just constantly mailing each other back and forth and back and forth. I'm pretty sure that they only had one word on the letter, and it said Hi. I mean, what's wrong with saying hi once? I'm pretty sure they did that only to make me get frustrated. Anyways, none of the letters were that interesting. Most of them were just about fur trading, and other things. But right now, after King George III read all the complaints that I sent to him, he is writing a letter to each tribe/village/colony, issuing a Royal Proclamation, to prevent more problems in North America. This time, I'm allowed to read it because I'm part of North America, too. So here it is: 

Dear fellow North American citizens,

I would like to inform you that I have issued a 'Royal Proclamation' to organize the territories that had been gained by us, British, in the Treaty of Paris:

• British law was to be established in the colonies
• The governor was to organize a general assembly, which could include French Catholics, to help make laws for the colony
• A large area of land in the West was to be reserved for First Nations. Only I, King George III, would be allowed to negotiate to obtain these territories. Any non-First Nations people already living there would have to leave. 
• Anyone wanting to trade with the First Nations needed a license from the governor of their colony.  

October 20, 1763

Dear Diary,

Many things have changed since the establish of the Royal Proclamation in the West (First Nation's land.) You see, the European settlement was still crowded, and wanted to move to the West. The group sent a message to the King:

Dear King George III,

Greetings, my wonderful king. I am sorry so state this, but after the establishment of the 'Royal Proclamation,' we have been ordered to move out of the west, our home. We are having trouble looking for a European colony to settle into, but all of them have been overcrowded, and we are struggling to settle down in a decent location with enough water, and food. We would appreciate it if you negotiate with the First Nations, as you said in your Royal Proclamation. We would do anything to move back to the west. 

Thank you

That was it. Although I feel really bad for them, though, getting kicked out of their homes must be a horrible nightmare. 

When I bowed to the king, and handed the paper to him, after he read it, he immediately stood up, and headed to his carriage.

"We are heading to those European settlers. And since I don't know where they are located, you must bring me there, with your horse. Come on. I've got no time to lose," he ordered me. 

I quickly walked to my horse, and attached him to the carriage. It was a really awkward ride, though, because I didn't know what to say to the king. If I made one little mistake or insult, I would get decapitated. 

We are finally here, I thought that awkward silence would never end. The King got off the carriage, and walked up to the group. He pulled out a paper, and started talking.

He was talking about how they had to hold certain promises, and also pay annual fees. 

Now I have to go deliver some more mail, so I'll try to update you on the BIG news.

Love, 

Kristen Taylor