Slave Story

The Year is 1856

I was running for my life, there were dogs barking like mad; I thought I may never see daylight again, there was a white running next to me, helpin’ me to safety; I was so close to the Ohio river, I could smell it. The white was next to me; I bet you could hear him brethin’ for miles’. He was the only one willing to help me out of the 7, he was a brave man he was. I was proud of him and that me and my family would be together and that I actually escaped from my old master. He was a stinky old master,Oh how I lothed that man. My family despised him so, why not ME!? the man helping me’s name was John Parker,he was great!