Dear Dirty Joe, 5-5-1855
I am in the North area of Texas. I am running away to Mexico because Mexico is the closest and the owner sold my brother to the south area of Texas. So I could go get him while I'm on my journey. Our feet were covered with mud so they could not track us. We also walked only in the night and in the day we went into the bushes to hide. Our conductor was Mr. smith. I was trembling with fear every second because I could get caught at any moment but I felt excited because I was on a secret mission. I would be a store owner selling bread.
Sincerely, Old Hawk