Harriet Tubman

When I was younger, 15 to be exact, I injured myself which caused me to want to help slaves escape to freedom.

     I was working in the field and the sun was scorching hot. The overseer was watching us to make sure that we didn’t escape. A tall black man started sneaking away from the group. From a sneaky tiptoe to a run that seemed to be as fast as he can. I stood there watching the overseer noticed the man and sprung into action. The man was already half way down the path leading to a shop. The overseer started to screaming out swears to give the man the whip and a ton more cruel punishments, I was curious and wanted to know what was going to happen. I stared at the man running for his life and then the furious overseer. I dropped everything and started to run after then. I was just about to run out of breath when we reached a shop. The man started running up and down through the ales and I hid in the corner so the overseer wouldn’t see me. I started to sneak out of the shop when the overseer got really mad and grabbed a lead weight trying to throw it at the man but it hit me instead. I was unconscious for some time.  It’s been about 30 years from when this happened. I still go unconscious when I’m in the middle of a sentence. I developed a strong hatred of being treated badly or other slaves being treated badly. As I realize that if that didn’t happen I wouldn’t have leaned towered being a under ground train conductor. By: Harriet Tubman