A late midnight is when I arise to a small cabin on a cold, dark Sunday.
I claim to the misfortuned inside ‘Moses is here, Moses has come.’
I hear whispers of relief and excitement, but they shouldn’t get so optimist and hyped for the road ahead is a long one and a dangerous one.
‘Lord, I’m going to hold steady on to you and you’ve got to see me through,’ I thought as I lightly knocked on the door of a large, ancient farm.
A man came to the door and grunted ‘Who’s there’; quickly, I answered, ‘A friend with friends.’
He opened the door. He, a tall and wrinkled man wearing overalls with thinning hair and a bright smile, asked ‘How many?’. With a sigh of a relief, ‘Eleven.’
It seems like they never stopped eating but eventually …show more content…
Eventually, we all got to the next generous individuals home, Thomas Garrett’s. Shoes, he gave them, comfortable, handmade shoes.
Over much time, we had reached the city Philadelphia. Here a curious and kind gentleman called William Still invited us in and recorded the runaways personal life story. He questioned every aspect from names to their plantation to the life they led of as a slave.
On to New York we went, through the, once again, cold weather but this time we were more determined than ever. Our journey had us meet in the great Syracuse, a city in the central of the big New York. I met a great friend known as Reverend J. W Loguen. She was a short, blonde woman that would eventually join me as a supporter of Old John Brown. Our time had come, and it was time for us to move on.
Cold, once again, we found ourself in the snowy Rochester. Here, Frederick Douglass, let us stay in his humongous house for what seemed like forever tell he could collect a sufficient amount of cash. Our journey was coming to an end.
Jumping with joy, celebrating, the exhausted slaves were free at last. Through a month's time, we had finally reached freedom a.k.a
I claim to the misfortuned inside ‘Moses is here, Moses has come.’
I hear whispers of relief and excitement, but they shouldn’t get so optimist and hyped for the road ahead is a long one and a dangerous one.
‘Lord, I’m going to hold steady on to you and you’ve got to see me through,’ I thought as I lightly knocked on the door of a large, ancient farm.
A man came to the door and grunted ‘Who’s there’; quickly, I answered, ‘A friend with friends.’
He opened the door. He, a tall and wrinkled man wearing overalls with thinning hair and a bright smile, asked ‘How many?’. With a sigh of a relief, ‘Eleven.’
It seems like they never stopped eating but eventually …show more content…
Eventually, we all got to the next generous individuals home, Thomas Garrett’s. Shoes, he gave them, comfortable, handmade shoes.
Over much time, we had reached the city Philadelphia. Here a curious and kind gentleman called William Still invited us in and recorded the runaways personal life story. He questioned every aspect from names to their plantation to the life they led of as a slave.
On to New York we went, through the, once again, cold weather but this time we were more determined than ever. Our journey had us meet in the great Syracuse, a city in the central of the big New York. I met a great friend known as Reverend J. W Loguen. She was a short, blonde woman that would eventually join me as a supporter of Old John Brown. Our time had come, and it was time for us to move on.
Cold, once again, we found ourself in the snowy Rochester. Here, Frederick Douglass, let us stay in his humongous house for what seemed like forever tell he could collect a sufficient amount of cash. Our journey was coming to an end.
Jumping with joy, celebrating, the exhausted slaves were free at last. Through a month's time, we had finally reached freedom a.k.a