Fall, 1898.

Isaiah has been chopping wood all morning tirelessly while his sisters help gather it and bring it to the wood pile. They're preparing for winter, which is coming up soon. This winter will be freezing, he can already tell by the chill air. This winter will also probably be a hungry one. The family hadn't harvested enough food, as lots of it had started to rot for some reason.

"Isaiah!" Momma calls him inside from the small farmhouse.