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I’ve been working as a slave ever since I was born. I’m now around 17 years old and I’ve had enough of this. I want freedom. I want to be free. I pretended that I was using the facilities and then I creeped out of the house and ran away until my legs hurt. Then when I was far and I felt comfortable enough to stop, I remembered that I once heard people talking about a country in which black and white skinned people lived in harmony. I knew that it was a country up north so I looked up at the beautiful sky and I searched for the north star so I could reorient myself to Canada.

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Slave story

Hello, I was a slave who successfully escaped. I’ve been a slave since I was born. I’m born in the State of Boston. One day when me and my family decided to go on a trip, some white man took us and made us slaves. Some years later, I’ve decided to escape because I’ve been through a lot and I couldn’t handle to suffer anymore. Each night, I was cuffed, in a small bed, I couldn’t sing and I couldn’t go to school, each day I had to do a lot of work for my master. One night, I went outside and ran the fastest as possible to not get caught. I’ve heard from other slaves that there was a river that leads from the United States to Canada. I followed that long river that leads from the United States to Canada. I heard a rumor that it was a safe place, with no slavery. So, I followed the river. During the day, I hid near the forests beside the river for the rest of the day. I only ran during the night when everyone was asleep so that no one could see me.

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I have been a slave since I was wearing my non-existing diapers, we were treated like animals. I had to work from even before the sun was up , until I couldn't see anymore.  I sleep in a small wooden cabin with another family, an dirty hay mattress on the ground, I used to dream about freedom, and having my own house. One day an old comrade told me the tale of a certain Henry Brown who shipped himself in a big box from Virginia to someone in Philadelphia. This guy inspired me to finally break free from the chains that were holding me back from my dream. So in the past week I've

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Hello, my name is Caleb and this is my life as a slave. I have been a slave since I could barely remember. It all started when I was  taken away by this tall WHITE MAN. He gave me this cold look that I remember until this day. My family tried to stop him but they grabbed me and my brother away and SLAMMED the door on my mother's face. My brother's name was Deshawn but saddly he passed away due to abuse and neglect. So now, i am all alone working 24/7 for my master.

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It was a dark and starry night. I laid on  a  relatively uncomfortable hay stack, but of course, my rough existence has made me immune to such feelings. Tonight was the night, I thought. Indeed, it was the night where I shall attempt to reach my freedom that I have yearned to  achieve for many moons.   I decided to bring my unknown sister sibling with me on a journey, although sister her sister suffered a  strange ailment that might prevent her to flee with me.  I asked her if she was willing to accompany me in my adventure.

- I shall try, but I don’t think i’ll make it… she said with an uncertain tonality in her voice

- You must leave this unfair life with me, sister,  whatever it takes, I implored.

So we fled through the dark of the midnight, using the brilliant north star to guide us to safety. We ran and we ran, our legs got tired quickly, and we seldom had the  opportunity to rest. Our fear was also sparked continously , as we heard dogs and men bark in the surrounding area, probably looking for us. My sister's ailment, which affected her stomach, caused her much pain as she ran. Finally, after speeding through fields and forests alike for many hours, we found a dim light in the distance, with a cloud of thin smoke floating over it. It was a safe house, I knew.

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My name is Folicha and I was born a slave in Alabama. I have been through  all, the bad and and the horrible in being a slave... I am so tired of having to do the simplest things for my masters. Like  bringing her water, but some days it gets so bad, I get treated like an animal in a zoo. Here is my story...

“I need to leave this place, I’m tired of being so mistreated.”

“  Felicia, do you how dangerous it is to do that. You could get caught and it would be even worse”

“Alexander if you really love me then you need to let me leave”

“Fine! But the only way I will let you do this is if you let me help you”

“Okay”

A few hours later:

“It is finally dark out Folicha you can go now. You will pass by the and sure that no one sees you. You need to find the Ohio River. When you find it you will pass the forest to find a big house with a lit up cross on it.

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I am a slave, a slave since my birth. I can't stand it anymore, I want a new life. I once heard that there is a country where black people can live free. I think it's called "Kanoda" or something like that. Last night I decided it, I am escaping today. When everyone was asleep, I took my little sister and started running in the dark. Running, running, running towards the North. I hoped with all my heart  that we will survive.  After one hour of running, my little sister started sobbing. "Richard, I am exhausted, can we stop please?", she asked me. "Sure, we will sleep, here in Kentucky. Let's go on this tree."
The next morning,  we were awaken by a group of people taking. I was scared, I thought they were the kind of people here to arrest us. I took Gina in my arms and stared to run, when a man screams at me. "Hey, you!  Don't be afraid. We will help you."
I was so confused that I slowly stopped sprinting.
For the rest of the day, we walked to this house, were I slept. I learn, afterwards, that I was in Boston.
Hopefully, the couple, helped us to attend "Kanoda".
Three weeks after, my dream finally came true. My sister and I was free. Two black kids, free for the rest of there life.

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I am a slave, I have been a slave since  birth. It is not fair, all I want is to find a safe house. African people should have the exact same rights as Americans. This is why I escaped and this is how I did so... It all started yesterday, I was supposed to wake up at three in the morning. I woke up thirty minutes late, I didn't expect them to do that much, because they are normally still sleeping. I woke up to find at my surprise Abby Lee Miller (my owner) standing right next to my "bed", ready to wip me right in the back. I stood up and starting talking, she brushed me right of and told me to shut up. And thats how I knew that today was the right day to escape.

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I have been a slave for as long as I can remember. I was sold because the master that previously owned the had a debt to pay. I’ve been working in the fields for a unconceivable amount of time. The number of times I’ve been beaten by the master is too large to count and it’s unbearable. I’m trying to find a plan to escape from the horrible conditions I live in. I finally found it. My friend told me: Mishesh, I found an old newspaper, and, you know how I told you that I’ve been secretly learning to read? I was able to read it, and it turns out that in Canada, slaves are free. I’ve heard that there’s was a place named Canada and it is paradise for Negros, there I can live like an equal and live an inconceivable true and normal life. I can’t express my elation. I escaped from my master’s clutches, at last, I felt liberated for the first time in my life. I got a lot of help from people that are against racism and discrimination.