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Personal Narrative: Slavery In North America

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It was a breezy moon lit night along the sea shore of Eastern Maryland where the whispers of Moses floated around in the wind. The ice cold December night, the day I started planning my plan to help the slaves run away. First, I needed to make connections, then bindle my stuff up on a stick then lastly, I would help my friends, family, and, other slaves that wanted freedom get to Canada. On a quiet clear Sunday night, I got my things together and silently have the slaves come to me. I signaled them by hooting like an owl four times to tell them it was time to go. So far we were all doing good the first couple of days no trouble everyone was strong, willing, a little bit scared but otherwise, excited to escape their masters until around the

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