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had created in the small townships of England. Any scraps that could be found upon shore were used for roofing and it proved to work well. Madison even admired her brother’s work as he tended to each lodging of the crew. He worked with everyone to make sure each home was up to his own adequate standards. If not better than anything they had previously. Only those of high gentility could build large homes that would survive the rain and brutal wind. Yet these appeared just as strong. Jamison took great pains to make sure everyone had proper stability in their private quarters. Much to Madison’s surprise, he had almost taken on the position of caring for the outcome of everyone’s comfort. He desperately wanted a place in this new village they had formed together and saw it essential to their continuity. He also told Madison that she should do the same and make as many acquaintances as possible. Her silent nature that she took under during their journey would not be ideal for their new life. She needed to know these people and to learn what mattered to them. Jamison said it was not only necessary, but Christian. She was always surprised by his perception of how a proper Christians should behave. Others in England had been shunned and repudiated and sometimes killed in the name of a God she always felt unfamiliar with. But Jamison took this God within himself as a being of light and charity. He never withheld his hand from one who asked for help and did his utmost best to treat others as though they were of his family. Strangers were friends, and friends were family. Although, she knew no one could replace her in his eyes. He often looked at her knowing that she was his only companion. They depended upon each other for that companionship in a way no one outside their circle could alter.
                  Jamison’s tanned trousers and white tunic were nearly soaked in sweat from the day’s heat as he stood atop one man’s lodging, binding together one of the roofs they had built with a type of thin rope, possibly once used on the ship for the same purpose of binding. His shoulder length dark brown hair was tied behind his neck, pieces of it slipping in front of his light blue eyes, almost translucent in the harsh light of the sun. He had become quite bronzed from working so many long weeks in the heat. He relished the warmth it provided them and took it in as often as he could; not ever having been familiar with such warmth as their previous climate had turned violent with cold. He jumped down from the roof top and landed perfectly on his feet admiring his work as Madison watched nearby.
                  She opened her mouth to speak, but then hesitated. She was not sure whether or not Jamison would believe her being that there had been no sign of others on this land for months. Nevertheless, Madison felt certain that they were being watched on a consistent basis. On more than one occasion she could swear that she heard the footsteps of horses walking nearby. She dared not look outside their quarters to see for herself and argued in her own mind that she was just hearing noises of the night. But it was happening more and more. She told him merely of slight movements she had seen in the woods and Jamison insisted it was probably wild animals. If anything, they were a good sign because they would have food consistently throughout the seasons. The animals seemed to like the flowers and grasses that grew in the valley, and they were not afraid of people. Madison thought this odd, and a sure sign that others resided nearby. For the most part, she kept her suspicions to herself.
    She felt a slight sense of guilt for doubting her brother’s resolve at times. These new lands were still mysterious to them, and yet he was very self-assured that this decision was for the best. Their group of ships had been so small that the other villagers and people from local townships thought their mission to seek new lands