The New Yorker took them to a shelter that was held for slaves who had no where to go. It made me feel as if I were sold back into slavery. They soon ran-away, and continued their walk to Ohio. Their walk went on for weeks and weeks as they struggled to survive. We d also ask if we were headed in the direction of Ohio.
Many didn t know which way was the right way to Ohio and some had never heard of the place.
That s when I figured I had come to a dead end. Feeling sick and humiliated, Jane kept on walking. After days of despair, a poor man in a wagon picked them up. He took them to his house where he fed them and gave them a place to spend the night. His wife didn t like us very much.