I became a slave in 1849. I was 9 years old. It was a hard life cooking, cleaning up after the kids, and doing laundry. It was hard, but the food was the worst. We only got a bit of cornmeal a week but after I turned 13 I was used to it
Then one night I took the advice that I got from another slave to flee and go Canada. So that night I carefully tiptoed out, trying not to wake the other slaves in my cabin. Then I started the long and tiring journey to Canada. I found all the food I could and only ate small amounts.
I ran into John Parker at the Ohio River. He rowed me across, gave me a map, and I was off. He told me to go to Mr.Shaur a good friend of his. He told me to tell him that John had sent me and I did just that. When I got to Mr. Shaur’s house I told him that John had sent me. He led me to a barn and left me to sleep.
In Canada you will never believe what happened when I was sold for a slave so was my father Joel. When I was at the market I saw Joel my father… it was a miracle! I moved in with him and we both were free.
I feel great about Abraham Lincoln because he made a law that slavery was illegal for everyone it turned out to be wonderful.