Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom

Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft. My poor sister was sold first: she was knocked down to a planter who resided at some distance in the country. Then I was called upon the stand. While the auctioneer was crying the bids, I saw the man that had purchased my sister getting her into a cart, to take her to his home. I at once asked a slave friend who was standing near the platform, to run and ask the gentleman if he would please to wait till I was sold, in order that I might have an opportunity of bidding her good-bye. He sent me word back that he had some distance to go, and could not wait. I then turned to the auctioneer, fell upon my knees, and humbly prayed him to let me just step down and bid my last sister farewell. But, instead of granting me this request, he grasped me by the neck, and in a commanding tone of voice, and with a violent oath, exclaimed, ＂Get up! You can do the wench no good; therefore there is no use in your seeing her.＂ Having heard while in Slavery that ＂God made of one blood all nations of men,＂ and also that the American Declaration of Independence says, that ＂We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these, are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;＂ we could not understand by what right we were held as ＂chattels.＂ Therefore, we felt perfectly justified in undertaking the dangerous and exciting task of ＂running a thousand miles＂ in order to obtain those rights which are so vividly set forth in the Declaration.