Rebel’s Daughter, A

by Janet Lunn

The 1837 Rebellion Diary of Arabella Stevenson, Toronto, Upper Canada, 1837

Friday, 8 June, 1838
Oh, Diary, the poor prisoners! They looked so sad. They were brave, I know they were, but they looked so sad! They were bound together in heavy iron chains and those hateful soldiers were making them walk too fast.
No matter how I pushed my way through the crowd, I could not reach Papa. I waved to him and I called and called. I think he might have heard me because he did look back once. He looked very brave. I shall confess to you, Diary, that I could scarcely see after that because I could not keep from crying. I tried hard not to, but I could not stop myself.
I hope, I hope, I hope that Papa knew that I was there.