Hello cyber world, it is I, Pearl, again. Some very strange events have taken place. Well, first let me tell you guys about the New England Holiday. All the townspeople gathered in the marketplace. I went with my mother and I was dress really nicely. My clothes were really bright and proper, I resembled “nothing so much as the shimmer of a diamond, that sparkles and flashes” (Hawthorne 176).  On our way there I noticed there was nobody at work and there were some many people even Indians. I asked my mother if Mr. Dimmesdale would be at the market-place. She said that he would be there but he would not greet us and I thought what a strange man. In market-place there were wrestling matches, and things that would be found in England during the Elizabethan era. The Indians were dressed in their “embroidered deerskin robes, wampum-belts, red and yellow ochre, and feathers, and armed with the bow and arrow and stone-headed spear” (Hawthorne 182). If you are interested in Indian clothing check out this website: http://www.indians.org/articles/native-american-clothing.html As the the band was playing military music I saw Mr. Dimmesdale and I asked my mother if that was the man that kissed my forehead by the brook. She said it was him, however we should not speak about in the market-place. For a short while I left my mother’s side and went to play. Whenever I saw something that I wanted I would grab onto it as if it were mine. The other townspeople looked at me and smiled. A man asked me to tell my mom that the doctor with the strange shoulders was going to accompany us on our voyage to Europe. When I told my mother the news that the man told me to tell her I could see that she became unhappy. The minister called my mother and I up to the scaffold after his sermon he talked about my mother and I and then I gave him a kiss and then he died.Wow, that was sudden.

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