Dear journal, the cabin has kept us warm and we have food to eat. The creek ran dry of gold so we have saved the rest of it. We have 2 pounds of it stored under the floorboards. We see our friends every day but, Dave is still shaken by the death of our father. Tomorrow I think I may head north and settle there. Although Dave may not want me to leave and might be afraid that if I leave I may die too. We are that last two of our family alive. I have also fallen for a girl in town and I may ask her to come north with me. I am going into town today so I can buy supplies for the cabin. My father's death still haunts me. I must go for now, bye.
