One cold, snowy winter’s night there was a boy a poor, small, dull boy, he was only 12. My name is Matthew Peters.
My mama died and my da got convict for stealing a silk handkerchief it was a petty crime but he still got sent on the hulk he also got scurvy it was too bad he died!
So I was all alone in Britain, just wondering on the streets. I asked the sales man “how much is two loafs of bread” “two shillings” the man replied. So i had no food or no money so i had to be sneaky.
So then I put one loaf of bread in coat and then another then I walk quite fast. “Hey you stole some of my bread” “what’s your name?”
“Matthew Peters stole my bread.”
The sales man yelled “Matthew peter stole my bread” the police heard.
The next morning they whipped him and poured vinegar and lemon on the cuts
Then put me on the first fleet to Australia it took 8 month.
When I took my first look the animals where hibernating. There were trees to make huts.
But it wasn’t as easy as I thought. The animals kept on running away. I didn’t have food for 15 day but when I finally found food we ate it.
One day in Australia I found a field with dirt so I could plant crops.