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Slave Life in Georgia - African American History

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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Georgia</strong> 81<br />

the Underground l<strong>in</strong>e, <strong>in</strong> that part of the country, and it was absolutely<br />

necessary for me to reach it that night. It was thirty miles from my friend's<br />

house, and he impressed upon me the necessity of mak<strong>in</strong>g up my m<strong>in</strong>d to<br />

accomplish the distance before day-break, or I should certa<strong>in</strong>ly be lost; that is,<br />

captured. Of course, with such a prospect before me, I had every <strong>in</strong>ducement to<br />

task my rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g strength to the utmost, <strong>in</strong> order to cover the ground with<strong>in</strong><br />

the time, though, it be<strong>in</strong>g now the month of August, the space between night-fall<br />

and day-break was not any too long for me to do what was before me. As soon,<br />

however, as it set <strong>in</strong> quite dusk to make it safe for me to go, I took leave of my<br />

benefactor, and set out with a stout heart.<br />

What I endured of anxiety that night will never be effaced from my memory. I<br />

had received general <strong>in</strong>structions for my guidance on the road, and been told<br />

what villages I should have to go through. But <strong>in</strong> order to avoid <strong>in</strong>curr<strong>in</strong>g<br />

unnecessary risk, when I reached a village, <strong>in</strong>stead of pass<strong>in</strong>g through it, I<br />

would make a turn and go round it,<br />

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endeavour<strong>in</strong>g to strike the road a little beyond. This did not always succeed.<br />

More than once, after go<strong>in</strong>g right round one side of a village, and com<strong>in</strong>g to a<br />

road, my heart misgave me, and <strong>in</strong> obedience to a secret presentiment that all<br />

was not right, and which I found it impossible to resist, I turned back, and beat<br />

about until I struck another road, even retrac<strong>in</strong>g my steps, more than once, until<br />

I came to the road that left no misgiv<strong>in</strong>g on my m<strong>in</strong>d, when I would go on aga<strong>in</strong><br />

as brave as a lion.<br />

Many people will say I was superstitious. And so I was. But the feel<strong>in</strong>g was a<br />

k<strong>in</strong>d of <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ct, whose cautions, even at the present day, I cannot help m<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g.<br />

In this way I walked and ran the whole night, but as day broke I had the<br />

satisfaction of see<strong>in</strong>g afar off, the town I was mak<strong>in</strong>g for, and very soon after, I<br />

enjoyed the still greater pleasure of f<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g myself <strong>in</strong> a place of safety.<br />

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24.03.2006<br />

CHAPTER XVII.<br />

I AM BOOKED TO CANADA, EXPRESS, BY THE<br />

UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

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