Day 25
(North Carolina)
My ankle hurts. My old injury from years ago has come for revenge. We run through thin woods, trying to keep cover. It has already been a long day, but I must write because we came across another challenge today, we had to cross a small stream in between fields. It was about twice as my height across and waist deep.
My skirts got pulled under by the current and I went all the way under. So my book is soaked. The ink bled on the pages. I dried them off as best I could but some of the pages are completely ruined.
We were still quite wet when we crossed a road by a house. A man was sitting in a room by his window.
"What're you lot doin'?" He had a terrible scratchy voice.
Cal spoke up. "We are traveling to a friend of our master. You could say they were a friend of a friend." Using the abolitionist code. The man looked extremely confused.
"Well then, ya better get a goin'." He had suspicion laced in his voice.
"We need to go." Tate had whispered to us. "Now!"
We hurried passed the house as calmly as we could.
I sit on a log as I right this in the dying light of the sky. We won't light a fire. The woods are not dense enough for that. I am terribly tired and cold so I must sleep while I can. Good bye, my quiet friend.
-Edith
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Why I Ran
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