Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom; or, the escape of William and Ellen Craft from slavery by William Craft;Ellen Craft
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called English or African, but a corruption of
the two. The shrewd son of African parents to whom I referred said to me, "Say, brudder, way you come from, and which side you goin day wid dat ar little don up buckra" (white man)? I replied, "To Philadelphia." "What!" he exclaimed, with astonishment, "to Philumadelphy?" "Yes," I said. "By squash! I wish I was going wid you! I hears um say dat dare's no slaves way over in dem parts; is um so?" I quietly said, "I have heard the same thing." "Well," continued he, as he threw down the boot and brush, and, placing his hands in his pockets, strutted across the floor with an air of independence--"Gorra Mighty, dem is de parts for Pompey; and I hope when you get dare you will stay, and nebber follow dat buckra back to dis hot quarter no more, let him be eber so good." |
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