Chapter 13

Sunday August 17,1862

My candles burn low as I make my way through the small book.It’s about a slave who escaped North,found his freedom,and wrote a book telling all about it.I’ve been raised to believe that slaves are dull,animal-like creatures,and it’s difficult for me to believe that a black man really is capable of writing so eloquently.As dawn approaches,I put down the book wearily.Maybe the Union really will win this war.Maybe the slaves will be free.Maybe they should be free.But then what would happen to the plantations?

I need to talk to someone.In spite of our pending engagement,Henry is still my best friend.I must talk to him.I put on a riding dress and brush my hair,then make my way to the stables.Fred and Sam are tending to the horses,getting them ready to go to the pasture.

“Lord,have mercy,”Fred says.“Where are you going this early,Miss Elizabeth?”