The Journal of Negro History, Volume 7, 1922Various
History
The Journal of Negro History, Volume 7, 1922
Various
African Americans -- Periodicals
Not long after I left Ponce de Leon spring I heard the plantation
dogs coming after me. "What shall I do now?" was the question.
When they had nearly reached me I hid behind a tree and then
dashed off as if I saw game ahead. They soon recognized me and
became my fast friends.
We slept in the same bed under the same guardian stars. Every
night I would thank God for their voiceless sympathy. I shared my
meals with them. When I bought crackers I would eat but a few of
them and give the rest to my dumb companions. But I saw at last
that I must get rid of the poor creatures somehow, although the
thought almost broke my heart. When I reached the Mississippi I
lashed two logs together and sent my companions out hunting. Then
I sailed away on the raft I had made across the Father of Waters.
When they returned I looked back and saw them running alongside
of the river where they could see me, willing to die with me. I
broke down in tears and could not look back any more, because I
would have gone back and died with them.
For hundreds of miles I made a path where no human foot had ever
trod. I swam rivers and made harbors where no boat had ever
landed. At last I reached Texas. For many days I travelled
without seeing any house. At night I was afraid of being
destroyed by some wild beast, so I would climb a tree and stay
awake until morning. But none of these things moved me for I had
ten years' study of my journey and whatever it might bring, even
death. Coming to a little town I found work with one of my race.
I thought all colored people were like those on the plantation so
I told my employer everything and from what plantation I came. He
said I had taken the right step. Imagine my surprise therefore
when I discovered that I was captured! It almost broke my heart.
Rather than go back to the old plantation I would suffer death. I
pulled away from my captors and ran with all my might. My
pretended friend was ahead trying to overtake me but I soon freed
myself in a large swamp. This taught me a lesson I did not have
to go to school to learn, I found out that some among my own race
would put me to death for a dollar and I learned to keep my mouth
shut.
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