I have taught myself to read and write that is why I am able to write this letter. I haven’t any ink so I write it in blood, my blood. Your ancestors blood… I hope and pray to God that this letter will find you. But find you in the best of health. I recently ran away from my slave master. I ran away because I find it hard to believe that God intended for a man to own another man. The live stocks are treated better then us. I could not believe my eyes when I saw a slave being traded for a bag of potatoes. Upon seeing the horrors of the slave trade I yearn to be free. Wither it be free, from my death or true freedom. I yearn to be free. As I run for my freedom I can hear them following me. Their dog I hear in the back ground. Do I fear being caught? No! Because for the last few days. I am free and if God so happens to spare my life and I make it to freedom. I say it was worth it. I was told that when I hear the dogs and they seem close, if I am by water. Go in because it will throw them off my scent. That has worked many times. I was given the name of a man who has helped many run away slaves. I made it to his house two nights ago. I can truly say he is a man of god. He told me that he helped a lot of slaves get to freedom and that he was almost caught. I thought that he would be scared but he says slavery is wrong and soon it will be abolished. Not soon enough for him. I finally made to freedom but I read some troubling news. That man who helped many of us slaves get to freedom. He went berserk after one of his sons was injured. He killed people trying to take over and armory.