Trouble Don't LastEleven-year-old Samuel was born as Master Hackler’s slave, and working the Kentucky farm is the only life he’s ever known—until one dark night in 1859, that is. With no warning, cranky old Harrison, a fellow slave, pulls Samuel from his bed and, together, they run. The journey north seems much more frightening than Master Hackler ever was, and Samuel’s not sure what freedom means aside from running, hiding, and starving. But as they move from one refuge to the next on the Underground Railroad, Samuel uncovers the secret of his own past—and future. And old Harrison begins to see past a whole lifetime of hurt to the promise of a new life—and a poignant reunion— in Canada. In a heartbreaking and hopeful first novel, Shelley Pearsall tells a suspenseful, emotionally charged story of freedom and family. Trouble Don't Last includes an historical note and map. |
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... Fingers Gone River of Death 11. Cornfield Bottoms 12. The River Man 13. Hetty Scott 14. A Forest of Silence 15. The Gray Yarn 16. Widow Taylor 17. Beneath Hay and Feed Sacks 18. Our Poor Colored Brethren 19. Laid to Rest 20. Carryin On ...
... Fingers Gone River of Death 11. Cornfield Bottoms 12. The River Man 13. Hetty Scott 14. A Forest of Silence 15. The Gray Yarn 16. Widow Taylor 17. Beneath Hay and Feed Sacks 18. Our Poor Colored Brethren 19. Laid to Rest 20. Carryin On ...
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... fingers of yours, and I'll decide what to do about your carelessness.” After that, Lilly had come barreling in to save me. She had helped me sweep up the white shards that had flown all over, and she told Miz Catherine that she would ...
... fingers of yours, and I'll decide what to do about your carelessness.” After that, Lilly had come barreling in to save me. She had helped me sweep up the white shards that had flown all over, and she told Miz Catherine that she would ...
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... fingers into my palms. “I always git after him for his carelessness, Mas Hackler. You know I does,” Lilly continued, laying on her sweet tone smooth as jam on a slice of bread. “I'm gonna take away his supper tonight. I got a good bean ...
... fingers into my palms. “I always git after him for his carelessness, Mas Hackler. You know I does,” Lilly continued, laying on her sweet tone smooth as jam on a slice of bread. “I'm gonna take away his supper tonight. I got a good bean ...
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... fingers were so stiff from being old that they always reminded me of wood spindles, and I could hardly keep my eyes from staring at them and thinking about all my fingers turning into pieces of wood someday. “Mas'er Hackler told me his ...
... fingers were so stiff from being old that they always reminded me of wood spindles, and I could hardly keep my eyes from staring at them and thinking about all my fingers turning into pieces of wood someday. “Mas'er Hackler told me his ...
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... fingers around the warm handle of the iron skillet and one of the best knives, the thought of what had happened to Willis John's fingers and what could happen to me, if Master or Miz Catherine saw me doing this, set my hands to ...
... fingers around the warm handle of the iron skillet and one of the best knives, the thought of what had happened to Willis John's fingers and what could happen to me, if Master or Miz Catherine saw me doing this, set my hands to ...
Contents
Still as a Tree | |
Night Scare | |
Spiders and Candles | |
Carryin On | |
Ham Eggs and Miz Kettle | |
A Stringer of Fish | |
Green Murdock | |
Ace of Spades | |
Negro Hollow | |
Red Stars in a White Sky | |
Harrisons Secret | |
Two Fingers Gone | |
River of Death | |
Cornfield Bottoms | |
The River Man | |
Hetty Scott | |
A Forest of Silence | |
The Gray Yarn | |
Widow Taylor | |
Beneath Hay and Feed Sacks | |
Our Poor Colored Brethren | |
Laid to Rest | |
Snow Coming | |
Ordee Lee | |
Going North | |
Haste Will Be Your Undoing | |
Keep Your Eye on the Sun | |
Samuel and Harrisons Journey 1859 | |
Authors Note | |
Selected Bibliography | |
Acknowledgments | |
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