Katie,
feeling the blanket with her hand. "We should go in and see what else we
can find."
Without any more discussion, they
walked back into this partially rotted shack in the jungle. John went straight
for the tools, then took them off of the wall and put them near the door. Katie
walked over to where the bed was and stood over the bones. Hailey walked slowly
around the room, looking for anything they could use.
Inside, there were several shafts of
light, which penetrated the darkness, through holes in the roof and walls. Set
free after being undisturbed for years, thousands of particles of dust danced
about in the light, making it hard to see. As Hailey was easing along, she
noticed what looked like writing on the wall. "Come look at this,"
she said.
Katie and John rushed over to see
what she had found. They had to strain to see it, but one thing they could
clearly make out, was the name Sarah. Beside it, and harder to make out, was
the name Thomas. "At least we know that there were people here before
us," said Katie. "This place is amazing, if the two of them built it
alone," said John. "I can't get over the fact that they made
boards."
John walked over to the door and
forced it open a little wider, to let in more light. Now they could see better.
Below the names of Thomas and Sarah, were the names William, Charles, and Mary.
"Are those their children?" asked Hailey. "Who knows for
sure," said Katie. "This makes me feel better about this place. Maybe
we aren't the only ones here," said John. "Let's hope," said
Hailey.
They continued to slowly survey the
room for anything useful. "Look at this," said Hailey, as she stood,
looking in one corner. In front of her was a small wooden box. Katie and John
walked up behind her, as she bent over to take a closer look. The box had a lid,
with hinges that were made of what appeared to be old, dry, cracked leather,
laced through some holes in the wood. Hailey slowly lifted the lid and reached
inside, picking up the first thing she saw. It was a wooden, hand carved
figurine.
"It's a doll," Katie said.
"What else is in there?" asked John. Hailey reached in, and pulled
out a small, round container, then another. She handed them to John and Katie.
As Hailey checked for more contents,
John struggled with the container, trying to open it. It had a lid, so he was
trying his best to unscrew it. He wasn't sure if it was made of metal, or
plastic, but it didn't feel like either. Failing to unscrew the lid, even using
all of his strength, John tried tapping it on the floor. It still wouldn't
budge, so he then turned the container upside down, and hit it against the
floor. The lid popped open, and was attached by a small hinge, which was only
visible when open. John closed the lid and gently pushed down on it, and it
easily popped open again.
Katie opened her container, which
opened the same way as the other one had. "This one has something in
it," said Katie. "It looks like rocks," she said as she pulled
one out. "Writing," said John. There were carefully scratched words
on the smooth flat stone. Katie read them out loud. "The children are
gone. Sarah doesn't want to live." Katie pulled out the second stone. She
read it also. "Sarah is dead. I'm going to join her."
For what seemed like minutes, they
were all silent, as they contemplated what had taken place in this cabin.
"Is that all?" John asked, in a soft voice, not wanting to abruptly
change the mood. "Yes, just the two stones," said Katie. "That
is so sad," said Hailey. "I think we should give them a proper
burial." "That might have to wait," said John. "We have to
get back home and talk about what we are going to do." "Are we going
to take this box home with us?" asked Katie. "We might as well wait
till we move, if we are going to," said Hailey.
Carrying the containers, the carved
doll, and the tools, they went outside and placed their finds on the blanket.
Kneeling on the ground, John firmly grasped the blanket with both hands
feeling the blanket with her hand. "We should go in and see what else we
can find."
Without any more discussion, they
walked back into this partially rotted shack in the jungle. John went straight
for the tools, then took them off of the wall and put them near the door. Katie
walked over to where the bed was and stood over the bones. Hailey walked slowly
around the room, looking for anything they could use.
Inside, there were several shafts of
light, which penetrated the darkness, through holes in the roof and walls. Set
free after being undisturbed for years, thousands of particles of dust danced
about in the light, making it hard to see. As Hailey was easing along, she
noticed what looked like writing on the wall. "Come look at this,"
she said.
Katie and John rushed over to see
what she had found. They had to strain to see it, but one thing they could
clearly make out, was the name Sarah. Beside it, and harder to make out, was
the name Thomas. "At least we know that there were people here before
us," said Katie. "This place is amazing, if the two of them built it
alone," said John. "I can't get over the fact that they made
boards."
John walked over to the door and
forced it open a little wider, to let in more light. Now they could see better.
Below the names of Thomas and Sarah, were the names William, Charles, and Mary.
"Are those their children?" asked Hailey. "Who knows for
sure," said Katie. "This makes me feel better about this place. Maybe
we aren't the only ones here," said John. "Let's hope," said
Hailey.
They continued to slowly survey the
room for anything useful. "Look at this," said Hailey, as she stood,
looking in one corner. In front of her was a small wooden box. Katie and John
walked up behind her, as she bent over to take a closer look. The box had a lid,
with hinges that were made of what appeared to be old, dry, cracked leather,
laced through some holes in the wood. Hailey slowly lifted the lid and reached
inside, picking up the first thing she saw. It was a wooden, hand carved
figurine.
"It's a doll," Katie said.
"What else is in there?" asked John. Hailey reached in, and pulled
out a small, round container, then another. She handed them to John and Katie.
As Hailey checked for more contents,
John struggled with the container, trying to open it. It had a lid, so he was
trying his best to unscrew it. He wasn't sure if it was made of metal, or
plastic, but it didn't feel like either. Failing to unscrew the lid, even using
all of his strength, John tried tapping it on the floor. It still wouldn't
budge, so he then turned the container upside down, and hit it against the
floor. The lid popped open, and was attached by a small hinge, which was only
visible when open. John closed the lid and gently pushed down on it, and it
easily popped open again.
Katie opened her container, which
opened the same way as the other one had. "This one has something in
it," said Katie. "It looks like rocks," she said as she pulled
one out. "Writing," said John. There were carefully scratched words
on the smooth flat stone. Katie read them out loud. "The children are
gone. Sarah doesn't want to live." Katie pulled out the second stone. She
read it also. "Sarah is dead. I'm going to join her."
For what seemed like minutes, they
were all silent, as they contemplated what had taken place in this cabin.
"Is that all?" John asked, in a soft voice, not wanting to abruptly
change the mood. "Yes, just the two stones," said Katie. "That
is so sad," said Hailey. "I think we should give them a proper
burial." "That might have to wait," said John. "We have to
get back home and talk about what we are going to do." "Are we going
to take this box home with us?" asked Katie. "We might as well wait
till we move, if we are going to," said Hailey.
Carrying the containers, the carved
doll, and the tools, they went outside and placed their finds on the blanket.
Kneeling on the ground, John firmly grasped the blanket with both hands
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