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Tells the tale of a tender girl's dramatic break out from slavery through the Underground Railroad, from the viewpoint of her cherished rag doll.
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Runaways faced even greater dangers. Although some were transported by ship, wagon, or train, most traveled on foot through woods, swamps, fields, and rivers, often pursued by slave catchers with dogs. Some slaves reached freedom. Others were caught, returned to their masters, and punished severely. Many captured runaways were whipped savagely or sold, never to see their families again. Some were fitted with iron collars, painfully shackled, or had their toes cut off to keep them from running away again.
But she don’t. Nobody comes. After a spell, I’m thinkin’ maybe slave catchers is watchin’ this house. Maybe the hidin’ place ain’t safe. Maybe I’ll lay right here for the rest of my days. By and by, a mouse scurries over my face and into a corner. I’s glad to have the company. I pass the time listenin’ to Miz Mouse make herself a nest and raise her young’uns. I’s sorry when they finally go ‘cause I get to feelin’ lonely again. I get to thinkin’ that I best stop hopin’. Then one day, praise the Lord, the boards bein’ moved!
When the floorboards open again, sunlight shines in. The silver-haired woman comes down the ladder. “There you are,” she says, pickin’ me up. ” She straightens my dress. ” She sets me on a blanket and tucks it ‘round me. “Sleep tight,” she says, and carries the lantern and privy bucket up the ladder. Then she closes the floor. If I coulda made tears, them blankets woulda been wet clean through. I want Lindy. But I know she ain’t comin’ back. Can’t. The loneliness swallows me up. give a lot of time to thinkin’ about Lindy and her folks, where they was, and if they ever got to Freedom like they was wantin’.