by Chris Beringer
After that terrible winter, there were only half as many Pilgrims as before. A lot of the kids and the grownups had died during the terrible winter. Some men lost their wives, and some children lost their parents. Whole families were wiped out. But it was spring, and at least the weather was warmer and more healthy now.
"Maybe we should build a meeting house," John Carver said to William Brewster.
"Yes, we can use it for our church," William Brewster agreed.
John Carver was the leader of the colony, and William Brewster was the church leader.
"And I think we should start building more houses, and making them stronger!" boomed John Carver. He was a hard working man.
Soon, the Pilgrims began to warm up after the howling wind and cold of the winter. But still, life was not easy for them. Their vegetables were not growing as well as they hoped, and they still didn't know much about catching the clams and mussels out on the peninsulas and seashore. The leaves and pine needles of the wilderness were green, but already the Pilgrims were beginning to worry about next winter.
"I'm afraid it's going to be cold next winter," John Allerton said, as he stepped on some dead leaves from the year before.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
"It's too soon to think about it, but I'm already worrying about the winter that's brewing for next year!" he thought.
