Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Georgia</strong> 39<br />
24.03.2006<br />
conceal<strong>in</strong>g myself by day <strong>in</strong> the woods or swamps. My only direction was to<br />
take the biggest road. One night I came to one, which, after I had followed it for<br />
some time--still under the impression that it would take me to England--brought<br />
me to a dead stop, at a stone quarry, at the foot of the Blue Ridge of mounta<strong>in</strong>s.<br />
I staid here all night, walk<strong>in</strong>g about to keep clear of the wild cats, panthers, and<br />
cat-amounts which I could hear prowl<strong>in</strong>g about, and whose growl<strong>in</strong>g alarmed<br />
me very much. When morn<strong>in</strong>g broke I began to consider what I should do. I<br />
knew that I ought to go northwards, but hav<strong>in</strong>g noth<strong>in</strong>g to guide me, I began to<br />
look about for signs. I soon noticed that on one side of the trees the moss was<br />
drier and shorter than it was on the other, and I concluded it was the sun which<br />
had burnt it up, and checked its growth, and that the dry moss must therefore be<br />
on the south side. I exam<strong>in</strong>ed a good many trees, and f<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g these signs on<br />
most of them, I set off <strong>in</strong> the direction towards which the long, green moss<br />
po<strong>in</strong>ted, and went on, until late <strong>in</strong> the day, without any th<strong>in</strong>g<br />
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happen<strong>in</strong>g to me, when all of a sudden I heard a man chopp<strong>in</strong>g wood. I soon<br />
came up to him. He was a white man, and he asked me where I was go<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
"Into Ohio," said I.<br />
"Are you free?" he asked.<br />
"Yes, Sir," I answered.<br />
"Where's your pass, Sir?" he said.<br />
I took out the pass I had spoken of, and handed it to him. He saw at once that it<br />
was forged, and told me so. I drew out of him that a genu<strong>in</strong>e pass was always<br />
signed by a great many <strong>in</strong>dividuals, and countersigned by the clerk of the<br />
district court, besides bear<strong>in</strong>g the seal. He added, <strong>in</strong> answer to questions from<br />
me, that I was <strong>in</strong> Tennessee, and that no pass signed by one person would be of<br />
any use to enable me to go out of one State <strong>in</strong>to another. I felt that I was caught,<br />
and hardly knew what to do. The man spoke very loud and strong at first, but I<br />
suppose there was someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my manner that made him feel timid, for he<br />
presently began to talk more softly, try<strong>in</strong>g to calm me down. At last he said, if I<br />
would go home with him, he would see no harm came to me, and he would<br />
provide me with proper passes to take me through Tennessee, Kentucky,<br />
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