The Narrative of William W. Brown, a Fugitive Slave eBook

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We were soon upon the Illinois shore, and, leaping from the boat, turned it adrift, and the last I saw of it, it was going down the river at good speed.  We took the main road to Alton, and passed through just at daylight, when we made for the woods, where we remained during the day.  Our reason for going into the woods was, that we expected that Mr. Mansfield (the man who owned my mother) would start in pursuit of her as soon as he discovered that she was missing.  He also knew that I had been in the city looking for a new master, and we thought probably he would go out to my master’s to see if he could find my mother, and in so doing, Dr. Young might be led to suspect that I had gone to Canada to find a purchaser.

We remained in the woods during the day, and as soon as darkness overshadowed the earth, we started again on our gloomy way, having no guide but the north star.  We continued to travel by night, and secrete ourselves in woods by day; and every night, before emerging from our hiding-place, we would anxiously look for our friend and leader,—­the north star.

CHAPTER IX.

As we travelled towards a land of liberty, my heart would at times leap for joy.  At other times, being, as I was, almost constantly on my feet, I felt as though I could travel no further.  But when I thought of slavery with its Democratic whips—­its Republican chains—­its evangelical blood-hounds, and its religious slave-holders—­when I thought of all this paraphernalia of American Democracy and Religion behind me, and the prospect of liberty before me, I was encouraged to press forward, my heart was strengthened, and I forgot that I was tired or hungry.

On the eighth day of our journey, we had a very heavy rain, and in a few hours after it commenced, we had not a dry thread upon our bodies.  This made our journey still more unpleasant.  On the tenth day, we found ourselves entirely destitute of provisions, and how to obtain any we could not tell.  We finally resolved to stop at some farmhouse, and try to get something to eat.  We had no sooner determined to do this, than we went to a house, and asked them for some food.  We were treated with great kindness, and they not only gave us something to eat, but gave us provisions to carry with us.  They advised us to travel by day, and lye by at night.  Finding ourselves about one hundred and fifty miles from St. Louis, we concluded that it would be safe to travel by daylight, and did not leave the house until the next morning.  We travelled on that day through a thickly settled country, and through one small village.  Though we were fleeing from a land of oppression, our hearts were still there.  My dear sister and two beloved brothers were behind us, and the idea of giving them up, and leaving them forever, made us feel sad.  But with all this depression of heart, the thought that I should one day be free, and call my body my own, buoyed me up, and made my heart leap for joy.  I had just been telling mother how I should try to get employment as soon as we reached Canada, and how I intended to purchase us a little farm, and how I would earn money enough to buy sister and brothers, and how happy we would be in our own Free Home,—­when three men came up on horseback, and ordered us to stop.

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