Nate let the paper curl up again and placed it into a drawer of the nightstand. He stood and put books back into the boxes. When he finished, he shoved them into his closet then carried the ones from the library downstairs, but kept the U through W encyclopedia. The note had to be about the Underground Railroad. It read like coded directions. Maybe learning more about the UGRR would help decipher the meaning. Too excited to sleep, Nate settled down with the U encyclopedia in a wing chair in a corner of his room. After reading the volume's short account of the UGRR, he wanted to learn about the conductors who had run it. In the library, he found that the encyclopedias had information on some of the ones he already knew about. John P Parker, Harriet Tubman, and Peg Leg Joe, all had risked their lives time and again and made incredible sacrifices. He wondered about the many others who hadn't made it into the pages of a book. How many of their stories had gone untold? His generation would probably never be asked to make such a sacrifice, but if they were, how many would answer the call? Before he knew it, daylight showed outside the window. Finally, Nate returned to bed and slept till his granddad woke him at eight-thirty for breakfast. At the table he asked, "Do your books ever do anything funny?" Nate yawned but was too tired to put energy into covering a mouth full of cheese grits. "I'm afraid we weren't able to ascertain any books inclined to do stand-up comedy," Granddad said. "The ones we have just stay put until we come to read them." "Funny," Nate said. "Like it would be so unusual for things to move on their own around this place." "Nathan." Grandma looked at him as though she intended to check his forehea... ... middle of paper ... ...en. We'll be back in a few hours." His grandma stood and walked into their bedroom then came out wearing a hat and gloves. His granddad jingled his pockets and pulled out the keys. The ring of keys had about a dozen keys hanging from it. Nate wondered what they did with all those keys since they never locked up anything. "Nathan," Grandma said, "would you please tidy the kitchen while we're gone?" "Sure, Grandma." Nate followed them to the foyer and out the door to the porch. He stood watching them drive away for a moment then went into the house. In the foyer he turned and looked with a frown toward the driveway. Odd, his grandparents were driving thirty-five miles into town to pick up a package for the Reverend. Except, the Reverend was already in town. Why couldn't he pick up his own package? He shook his head and ran up the stairs to dress for the hike.
The paternal grandfather discussed the living pattern which they had with Stuart. He indicated, when his son was single, they had a key to his apartment. The paternal grandfather stated that he and his wife also had a key to the apartment with Danielle. He indicated that they did not go over unannounced.
a book into his coat pocket. Over time, Guy began to receive more and more books.
Born into slavery, Araminta Ross, better known as Harriet Tubman soon rose to fame as one of the most well- known conductors on the Underground Railroad. With nineteen successful trips into the South and over 300 people freed by Tubman’s guidance alone, it is clearly evident why Tubman was referred to as the “Moses” of her people (Gale US History in Context). Although it is often thought that the years spent on the Railroad were some of Tubman’s toughest journeys in life, one must consider the aspects of her life leading up to her involvement with the Underground Railroad. The Underground Railroad was a perilous journey to undertake, the consequence of being caught trying to escape was death. Tubman was willing to take that risk, the risk of losing her life in order to help complete strangers gain freedom. It must be taken into consideration why Tubman would put her life at such a risk when she would perceivably receive no personal gain. Harriet Tubman’s personal experiences, love for freedom, and selflessness led her to become one of the Underground Railroad’s most successful conductors.
Nasif gestured toward the open door. “Come, let me give you a tour of your new home.”
The bell rang and she carefully put the bookmark in the book. She ran to the librarian’s desk and quickly checked out the book, then she muttered a “thank you,” and “goodbye” to the librarian, and jogged out the door.
She took the key out of the lock and turned the door knob hesitantly and opened the door.
As George was writing Slim entered the bunkroom. George quickly put the pen and paper away trying to hide it.
“That’s okay; I’ll be all right. Thank you,” Marlene said, going to the front door with them and watched as they went to the car.
Alex thought about how worried Washington would be. “It’s imperative that I get to Paris as quickly as possible. Would you mind showing me the way?”
Deciding it best not to tell his grandparents, Nate snuck out after breakfast to search the woods for a long forgotten overgrown cemetery.
He got up and looked at his alarm clock. It read: 1:19 AM. He knew he was going to have trouble keeping awake in school. And then he remembered.
“Lucky for you, the house ain’t too much farther from here,” she said. Her wide foot pressed
And so here she was, in front of a small cottage she had rented the moment she had arrived. She know her grandma’s house too well—pass through the forest, near the brook. So as she settled to go to her grandma’s house, she checked to make sure that the basket of goodies was still with her.
After breakfast, his grandparents had taken a trip into town for groceries, believing Nate would spend the morning reading in his room. Nate had watched their car pull around the bend then snuck down the secret staircase and out the backdoor.
“It’s time.” Standing slowly, he walked back into the house, but did not leave the doorway, watching me through the screen door.