"Are yous insane? They'd gonna find out it was yous an' sent yous to the cella'. There ain't no way that yous the one sending all the slaves to the North, is there?"
"Marini, calm down. The answers to yous questions are no and yes. I am NOT insane, but I's sorry for ur conditions. We need to go to people who abolish slavery. Yous heard of Abraham Lincoln? He an abolishinist. He don't wanna have us hurt an' is volunteerin' to help us."
I gave a sort of a gasp. It was more like a stutter mixed with a gasp. Harriet was kiddin' right? I means she ain't the smartest slave in the fields, but she usually knew what she was doin'. Right now, she looked like she was leadin' a pack of camels over the desert successfully. I didn't have time for her nonsense, so I made it clear. She was gonna be in big trouble.
"Yous do know I'ma tell. I don't wanna got in trouble because of yous act of' makin' trouble for yself, by not turnin' you in, an' that is one thin' I ain't 'bout to deal with right now. Please don't make this harder on yourself. 'Kay?"
Harriet gave me a real, long, hard look. She don't believe me. So to prove it tos her, I started by walkin' to the house. 'Fore I knew it, Is was grasped tightly and led to the wagon. Overall, I was ready to scream, but was placed harshly on the wagon. I skinned my elbow an' knees, but was startled as Cemone piled next to me. She was strugglin' too, so I took her hand an' cried silently as we were led away from the farm.
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In the Eyes of Me
Historical FictionThe slaves are escaping and I am one of them. Marini Chahine has had what many white children had at her times. A chance to learn school and work in the fields. The mister and missus were nice folk, but what would happen if she tried to escape. Harr...
