Dear Alex,
I'm here in Georgia stuck picking cotton. My fingers are so dual that I can't even feel my fingers. How I wish that I wasn't a slave,but today I'm going to run to Canada.Harriet Tuban will be helping get there.She tells me there is a route where slaves escape which is called the Underground Railroad by the time you read this letter you might not even no what that even is.Well it's route where slaves like me escape and go to Canada.My heart is beating hard I am scared because if my master finds me I might get whipped.Come on I'm only eighteen.I have been walking,eating, and barely sleeping for thirty days.Hey, watchout theres someone coming. Lets hide under bushes and branches.That was a close one. It starts to snow we stop for hours hoping no one will follow our footprints.It stoped snowing so we desided to go. Finally ,I'm in Canada I thank Ms.Tuban.Me and her go to church and all of a sudden they start dancing and saying God Bless You.I will never forget that, but free at last.
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