Autobiography of an abolitionist Part I

The journey begins

    The owner's son picked me up and took me to a well-furnished room. He dropped me on the bed and left me. The next three years were spent in silence and hatred. When I was 16, Mr. Abernathy the slave driver, told me I was to be married to my half brother. I had never felt so much hatred in all my life. I ran to my room and started throwing things and screaming.
    I was overwhelmed and as I sank to the floor, I picked up a detailed drawing of my dead mother. I made it myself and I was telling the picture: "I'm so sorry mother. I let you down and I can't do anything about it." Then determination grew inside of me, and I decided to take what I needed, and leave. I took a few changes of clothes and a small pack of food. I decided to go on my journey by night and rest by day.
Two days later I was walking through town and I saw wanted posters with my face on them, promising a $100 reward for my capture and return. I heard a man yell not too far away: "There she is! Get her before she gets away!" I started and ran faster than I ever have in my life and lost them when I crossed the bridge. Or so they thought... What really happened was I jumped down just as they turned the corner, and I stayed under the bridge until I was sure they had gone. My dress was soaked and caked with mud, and I was out of breath.
I continued for what seemed like hours on end, mile after mile, until finally I saw a little house on a hill. It had a peculiar looking flag, it was a purple colour and had an image of a boar killing a dog on it. I went up to the door and knocked. It was a while before the door was answered, and during that time I was waiting I considered asking for shelter. Finally a woman, opened the door and she looked frightened to see me. I asked her if she had a spare room for me to stay in.
She replied with a timid "yes", and slowly turned around and showed me the way.