Moses told us to follow the drinking gourd to this here station. We knowed the pile of firewood on the front step meant we’d be safe in their barn. Now we’re just a load of hay waiting for delivery to The Promised Land.
But this night we’re not leavin’. We heard them dogs barkin’ an’ peoples was talkin’ askin if anyone seen runaway negroes. Them kind folk in the cabin lied for us. Dunno why, they don’t owe us nothin’. Now, them hunters are in here searchin’ the dark.
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