“He left.” (That’s all
Where did the 6 year old slave boy sleep?
Voice X: “On the low ground. On
A pallet on the floor. Colored people
Didn’t have no beds, no shoes - Boys wore
A dress till they were 13. Charles, YOU
wore a dress?”
Charles did you run away
Or were you sold?
Did my great-grandfather trade you for a horse,
Or a cow?
Charles, did you join the Ohio
7th Calvary to fight the Rebel dogs?
Voice X: “The rain was falling in torrents on our camp.”
Charles, were you no better than a dog?
Voice X: “Two hundred dollar reward
Runaway from the undersigned,
On SATURDAY NIGHT last, a NEGRO
Aged about 22 years, about
5 feet 10 inches
high, dark Chestnut color, polite,
when spoken to,
on one cheek, (He turned the other.)
,--- his clothing
is not recollected; (He was no longer in a dress.)
he has been living with W
H. Bowdle, Esq., (paperman)
Near Cambridge, during the
The above reward will be given if taken out
Of the State, one hundred if taken in the State
And out of the county, and fifty dollars if ta-
Ken in the county, and in either case lodged
In the Cambridge (Md.) Jail
(Widow) MARY HURLEY
( leasing slaves) Sept. 24, 1856”
Charles did you escape
With Harriet Tubman? Did you see her use her gun?
Did you go to Canada?
What did you think of Pete?
Voice X: “He stayed.”
On the same hill of rocks
Until he died and they buried him there
By the cemetery gate.
To eight or ten
Trying to look through my eyes then
The fields are grass, picked close by cows but
Empty now and enclosed
By the fencerows grown
Over with wild honeysuckle and multi-
Flora roses, white, but not in bloom. The
Fields are empty, like empty rooms,
You push through a gap
In the tangle of vines and briars,
Because you’re small you can get through,
And then you stand inside the boundaries,
Sides that are fencerows, tall enough
To hide you, out of view, inside
The empty fields.
Like a game board where a pawn is removed.
Charles, where are you?
Are you buried in Oh –
Voice X: “There’s a
low green valley on
the old Kentucky shore,
Where I while’d
many happy hours away.
A-sitting and a-singing by the little cabin door,
lived my darling Nelly Gray.
Oh! My darling Nelly Gray, they have taken
And I’ll ne –
ver see my darling
I’m a sitting by the river and I’m weeping all the day,
For you’ve gone from the old Kentucky shore.
One night I went to see her but
“she’s gone,” the darkies say,
man bound her with his chain,
They have shipped her
down the river
for to wear her life away,
As she toils
in the cotton