By Diane Nguyen
English 2H-Per. 1
25 October 2012
Harriet Tubman: The Underground Railroad
Today, September 17, 1849 is the official day I decide to fight for my freedom and out of slavery (Sawyer 36). Old Cudjoe’s grandson warned me, “Grandpa says they going to sell you, you and your brothers. He thinks tonight the men come for you” (Sterling 61). Palms sweatin’, legs shakin’, I nervously walk to my cabin. Luckily, I do not see my husband, John for he is against my decision. I briskly grab ma belongings and walk out of that door into the darkle shine, not lookin’ back once. I had reason that there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one I would have the other (Sawyer 40). Why am I so nervous! I must stay strong! I need to warn my parents, but it was an easy trap for capture. I tip toe toward the bustlin’ house of the Brodess and grasp for my sister’s attention. My voice, with a croaky and loud tone, I project my secret: “I’m sorry I’m going to leave you,
Farewell, oh farewell,
But I’ll meet you in the morning, Farewell, oh farewell… I’m bound for the Promised Land,
On the other side of the Jordan…” (Sullivan 40).
I begin my journey. I am anxious, but I feel this strong whip of energy flowin’ in my body, givin’ me energy to make my way to the Choptank River. With assurance, the North Star guides me with each embracin’ step to freedom. Click clack, click clack, click clack. I hear the repetitive sound of my boots against the mucky, muddy ground. As leaves collect in my hair and bushels of rocks slash my rough skin, I strive to walk farther. Hours have passed and the sun had painted the sky blue. Off guard, I rest in the fervent sun. I hop up on my feet once more, but I was lost. How do I travel without the bright stars?! And then I remember the different strategies of nature my father had taught me. The moss grew thick and green leading...