Text from How Many Days to America? A Thanksgiving Story
by Eve Bunting

 

Day followed night and night, day. Our food and water ran out and many people were sick.

At sunset, my father and mother and sister and I huddled in the bow. Then my father sang as he sang at home.

"Sleep and dream, tomorrow comes

And we shall all be free."

That was the only time I was not afraid.



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Created March 27, 1999, Reviewed and Last Updated March 27, 1999