Hardworking Pain Working on the planatation for long hours was my daily job. No breaks, No stops, Just pulling and picking weeds. Sometimes I felt like my hand or arms were about to fall off, but i knew if i dare stopped, my master wouldve beaten me until he felt like i was punished enough. Some slaves were even put in a heatbox if they got tired and stopped working. They're were slaves outside and their were slaves inside, but the slaves inside were over the outside slaves. I was an outside slave or usually called a black pig or nasty dog. Our master knew who weren't working and who was. He usually has snitches, slaves watched and made sure everyone was working, and if they werent working it was the snitches job to tell our master.
Trying To Get Away Being that many of slaves dreamt of escaping the prisonly south, some decided to make their dream a reality and tried to run to the north to claim their freedom. But the cosequences of trying to escape slavery were very brutal and inhuman. But I wanted out, I couldnt bare to take the pain any more. So I came up with a plan. Two former slaves and I decided to escape on our 10 minute lunch time. Instead of going to lunch, we were going to meet up with other slaves at the underground railroad and make our escape. Lunch started and this was our time, we walked all the way to the last road near the underground rail road. I felt soo satisfied, thinking i completed my mission. Until i heard a person