On the day before they left the plantation, his former owner who had always treated him well, handed Tom Cook $10. This was more money than Tom had ever had in his life.
The next day, he and his family headed northeast to Pennsylvania. They traveled for months across the mountains. Cold nights, sun blistering days, snow and rain were their only companions.
Early one blue mist morning in spring, Tom stopped, in awe of the landscape before him. They stood high atop Backbone Mountain in West Virginia. As Tom looked out over the land, tears fell and a voice rose up within him. “The rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.” With head high, Tom joined hands with his family as they took their first steps into a life of freedom.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
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