Day 17:
(South Carolina)
Sara told me what it meant.
"He is one of 'em abolitionists!" She hissed as we hid in the kitchen pantry.
"The people who have helped slaves escape?" I ask awestruck. I have heard of these brave people who fight for the rights of slaves, for our freedom.
She nods frantically.
"Do ya think he works in the UGR?" I ask.
"The Underground Railroad? Yeah, probably." she shrugs.
My mind still whirls and that was at least three hours ago, after we had been cleaning up dinner. I sit here, in my bed. Joseph snores in the room for man-slave, next door. Back to my story.
"Do you think he works with Harriet?" I had asked. Harriet Tubman is one of my personal heroes.
"Maybe."
"He could help us!" I had exclaimed. "Mr. Greene is going to die, we know that for sure, I mean, you saw him throw up his own blood! So that means that we might be sold or Mr. Frinde takes custody of us, and let's face it, he would kill us for fun."
"I bet he could, but we can't rely on the information that we have. Let's wait to see what else he does." Sara ended the conversation and we finished cleaning up dinner.
So now, here I sit, writing to pass the time. It helps me think and realize what I do have. For now I have to end.
-Edith
Day 19:
(South Carolina)
I need to pack, but first, I will tell you why I need to pack. Mr. Hurnt spoke to all the slaves in private last night. He is an abolitionist! I could cry for joy from this news, but that would raise suspicion. we are leaving tomorrow, early. Hurnt left this morning, leaving us directions.
I would write them down, but then if someone found this journal they would know our exact plan.
I'm not sure what to take. Not all that I have (which isn't a lot). Maybe what just what I can take on my person. I am so glad at the moment, because I know that when I leave, I will never have to see Mr. Frinde again, if I'm not caught. That is motivation enough.
Sara just shifted in her sleep so I should end, incase she is awake. I can hardly contain myself, but I will have to. Good-bye!
-Edith
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