The Underground Railroad / A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, &c., Narrating the Hardships, Hair-Breadth Escapes and Death Struggles of the Slaves in Their Efforts for Freedom, As Related by Themselves and Others, or Witnessed by the Author.William Still
The Underground Railroad / A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, &c., Narrating the Hardships, Hair-Breadth Escapes and Death Struggles of the Slaves in Their Efforts for Freedom, As Related by Themselves and Others, or Witnessed by the Author.
William Still
History
Book language: English
1249 pages
The Underground Railroad is a historical compilation by William Still, first published in 1872. It gathers facts, letters, and firsthand narratives about enslaved people who fled bondage and the networks that aided them. It is worth listening for its documentary record of courage and the voices it preserves.
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Text source: gutenberg.org · The work is in the public domain.
Opening of the book
Thou shall not deliver unto his master the servant that has escaped from his master unto thee.—Deut. xxiii. 16. SOLD ONLY BY SUBSCRIPTION. PHILADELPHIA: PORTER & COATES, 822, CHESTNUT STREET. 1872. PREFACE TO REVISED EDITION. * * * * * Like millions of my race, my mother and father were born slaves, but were not contented to live and die so. My father purchased himself in early manhood by hard toil. Mother saw no way for herself and children to escape the horrors of bondage but by flight. Bravely, with her four little ones, with firm faith in God and an ardent desire to be free, she forsook the prison-house, and succeeded, through the aid of my father, to reach a free State. Here life had to be begun anew. The old familiar slave names had to be changed, and others, for prudential reasons, had to be found. This was not hard work. However, hardly months had passed ere the keen scent of the slave-hunters had trailed them to where they had fancied themselves secure. In those days all power was in the hands of the oppressor, and the capture of a slave mother and her children was attended with no great difficulty other than the crushing of freedom in the breast of the victims. Without judge or jury, all were hurried back to wear the yoke again. But back this mother was resolved never to