Dearest Diary,
Today I saved another slave. I was working in the field when a slave was walking across the street. Another slave owner caught him in the act. The owner yelled at me to go and grab him. But what I did was the total opposite. I stood in front of the owner and blocked him from the other slave. He got so mad at me, he picked up a two pound weight and hit me in the forehead. It knocked me out cold for about five to seven days. I don’t really remember how many days exactly but it was a lot. Because of this hit to the head I kept having seizures and passing out. I thought these were signs from god trying to help.
Dearest Diary,
I think I just killed my owner Mr. Edward Brodess. I asked god to kill him because he wanted to sell me and my brothers to the South with the Chain Gang. I kept asking him to take the sale off but he wouldn’t I thought about it the entire day. I was a murderer for asking god to kill a man. I don’t know how I could live with myself.
Dearest Diary,
Me and the others have been walking the Underground Railroad for a couple days. The other slaves want to go back and all I do is raise my gun at them which I hate. The good thing is when I pass out. They sit there and wait for me to wake up. When we were almost across the border. One of the slaves started crying. “ I can’t do this know more.” I stood there and said “ Hey you already crossed the border into Canada.” He looked up at me and saw Niagara Falls roaring behind me. Tears flowed down his cheeks and we all started singing.
Dearest Diary,
I saw young Shaw in his army uniform. I said “ And then we saw the lightning, which was the guns; and then we saw the rain falling, and that was the drops of blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was the dead men we reaped.” I spoke of the death of Lincoln and epitomized all the sorrow in the world by telling about an old man, at the Contraband Hospital at Fortress Monroe, who, hearing that Lincoln was dead, lifted his tremulous old voice in prayer.
Today I saved another slave. I was working in the field when a slave was walking across the street. Another slave owner caught him in the act. The owner yelled at me to go and grab him. But what I did was the total opposite. I stood in front of the owner and blocked him from the other slave. He got so mad at me, he picked up a two pound weight and hit me in the forehead. It knocked me out cold for about five to seven days. I don’t really remember how many days exactly but it was a lot. Because of this hit to the head I kept having seizures and passing out. I thought these were signs from god trying to help.
Dearest Diary,
I think I just killed my owner Mr. Edward Brodess. I asked god to kill him because he wanted to sell me and my brothers to the South with the Chain Gang. I kept asking him to take the sale off but he wouldn’t I thought about it the entire day. I was a murderer for asking god to kill a man. I don’t know how I could live with myself.
Dearest Diary,
Me and the others have been walking the Underground Railroad for a couple days. The other slaves want to go back and all I do is raise my gun at them which I hate. The good thing is when I pass out. They sit there and wait for me to wake up. When we were almost across the border. One of the slaves started crying. “ I can’t do this know more.” I stood there and said “ Hey you already crossed the border into Canada.” He looked up at me and saw Niagara Falls roaring behind me. Tears flowed down his cheeks and we all started singing.
Dearest Diary,
I saw young Shaw in his army uniform. I said “ And then we saw the lightning, which was the guns; and then we saw the rain falling, and that was the drops of blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was the dead men we reaped.” I spoke of the death of Lincoln and epitomized all the sorrow in the world by telling about an old man, at the Contraband Hospital at Fortress Monroe, who, hearing that Lincoln was dead, lifted his tremulous old voice in prayer.