Picture yourself on the dock of Plymouth, England, a green and pretty port town. It’s the year 1620. You’re waving good-bye to your friends and relatives. You’ll probably never see them again.
Like many Europeans of your day, you’re getting on a ship for the New World. Your ship is called the Mayflower. You’ll be on it for two months. Instead of your soft bed, you sleep squeezed between other passengers on a hard wooden deck below the main deck. There’s no hot water. So you wear the same dirty clothes day after day. You eat salt horse (salted beef, pork, or fish). Your jaws ache from biting into hard dry biscuits called hardtack. You can’t stand the sight of another dried bean or pea. Worst of all, storms batter the ship. They soak you, your clothes, and the awful food!
What made you take this dangerous trip? Freedom. Freedom to practice the religion of your choice. Freedom to believe what you want, and not what someone tells you. Or maybe you wanted adventure. Or the chance to start with nothing and work your way to riches. Whatever the reasons, many Europeans crossed an ocean of troubles to get to the New World. What happened to them? What did Native Americans think of these strange-looking people? Read on.