Download Almost to Freedom (Coretta Scott King Illustrator Honor by Vaunda Micheaux Nelson PDF

By Vaunda Micheaux Nelson

ISBN-10: 157505342X

ISBN-13: 9781575053424

Tells the tale of a tender girl's dramatic get away from slavery through the Underground Railroad, from the viewpoint of her liked rag doll.

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Henry up the ladder. They’re scramblin’ fast, and I feel myself slippin’. Then I’m fallin’, fallin’ till I hit that dirt floor. Lindy calls my name. The silver-haired woman is closin’ up the floor. Lindy! Wait! But she can’t hear me, ‘cause I ain’t got no voice. The boards shut out the light. When the floorboards open again, sunlight shines in. The silver-haired woman comes down the ladder. “There you are,” she says, pickin’ me up. ” She straightens my dress. ” She sets me on a blanket and tucks it ‘round me.

They’re scramblin’ fast, and I feel myself slippin’. Then I’m fallin’, fallin’ till I hit that dirt floor. Lindy calls my name. The silver-haired woman is closin’ up the floor. Lindy! Wait! But she can’t hear me, ‘cause I ain’t got no voice. The boards shut out the light. When the floorboards open again, sunlight shines in. The silver-haired woman comes down the ladder. “There you are,” she says, pickin’ me up. ” She straightens my dress. ” She sets me on a blanket and tucks it ‘round me. “Sleep tight,” she says, and carries the lantern and privy bucket up the ladder.

Maybe I’ll lay right here for the rest of my days. By and by, a mouse scurries over my face and into a corner. I’s glad to have the company. I pass the time listenin’ to Miz Mouse make herself a nest and raise her young’uns. I’s sorry when they finally go ‘cause I get to feelin’ lonely again. I get to thinkin’ that I best stop hopin’. Then one day, praise the Lord, the boards bein’ moved! Somebody’s comin’ down the ladder! If I’d a flesh-andblood heart, it woulda been poundin’ like Lindy’s that night we run off.

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