Reading:
Read through the end of chapter 26, pick one favorite passage that you'd like to share in class, and make a few notes about it, why you chose it, what makes it special, etc. Passages can be from a paragraph to a page or two. Bring your notes to class.
Writing:
Extend one of your existing pieces.... what happens next? This can be just the next paragraph....or as much as you want, no length restriction.
Posting:
Please post your writing work as a COMMENT on this blog entry.
Read through the end of chapter 26, pick one favorite passage that you'd like to share in class, and make a few notes about it, why you chose it, what makes it special, etc. Passages can be from a paragraph to a page or two. Bring your notes to class.
Writing:
Extend one of your existing pieces.... what happens next? This can be just the next paragraph....or as much as you want, no length restriction.
Posting:
Please post your writing work as a COMMENT on this blog entry.
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The Slave Catcher Goes On His Way.
(I poured meh heart and soul into this, hope ya'll enjoy it)
775 words.
Avery sat in front of the Loftus’s fireplace which had a few burning logs in it. The dark haired man just stared into the fire thinking about where the slave could have gone, downstream maybe? He would have to keep looking for him, the boy he had killed must be avenged, and the runaway must be lynched.
Avery suddenly became aware of Paul standing to the side watching him stare into the flames. He turned his head and looked up at Paul. “Yes?” Paul smiled and replied. “I was going to ask if you wanted anything to eat or drink but you seemed very focused on what you was starin’ at that I thought I wouldn’t bother you”. Avery’s lips curved into the first smile that Paul had seen on him and said. “I’m fine thank you”. Paul nodded and headed off to the kitchen.
‘Bout twenty minutes of Avery staring into the fire again Paul came back and sat down next to him with a cup of some hot liquid. “You mind me askin’ what you is thinkin’ about?” Avery shook his head. “Just thinking where the slave could have run to…” Paul sighed and took a sip of whatever he was drinking and said. “Well at least we know that he was there, it’s just a matter of tellin’ where he’s goin’…if I were a slave I’d be headin’ toward Cairo…” Avery nodded and licked his chapped lips. “I would go with you to catch ‘im but I can’t but at the very least I will supply you up with whatever you be needin’”. The slave catcher smiled again. “I’ll be just fine with what I got”. Paul looked amused “You sure?” Avery nodded his head again and got up slowly.
“Well, thank you very much for letting me stay in your house for a little while and thank you for coming with me to look for that runaway”. Avery’s voice was still cold. But slightly more good-natured. Paul frowned and said, “What? Your leaving now? I thought you would stay the night and leave in the morn’ when it’s nice and light out and you can see what you is doin’ ”. The other man shook his head. “Nah, I must leave now if I wanna catch up to him. I expect that he is looking for a new hiding place to camp out, if I can follow his path then hopefully I can catch him when he thinks he’s safe”. ”If you must, safe travels then”. Paul stood up and grasped Avery’s hand. Avery then picked up his sack of things and glided to and out the door, nearly noiselessly.
Once out Avery sighed and shook his head so his hair fell into his face a little and set off down the road until he reached the person who had lent them the boats house. He walked up to the door and put down his sack to rummage in it before pulling out a smallish bag of coins that he put down by their door, and then he left again.
He walked down to the river where the borrowed boat was and climbed into it. He untied the boat and it started drifting down the fairly calm river. He reckoned it wasn’t stealing since he had paid for it. Avery reached into his sack and took out a medium-small wooden box and set it on the bottom of the boat’s floor. He opened the box and took out the contents of it. Two thick medium height white candles, a small pouch of matches, and a very well drawn picture of a young woman, a young man, and a little girl sitting on the woman’s lap, and a small wooden cross. He set the two candles six inches across from each other and put the picture in between them. He put the cross below the picture and then took a match out of the pouch, struck it against the box and lit the candles. He put the bag of matches back into the box, lowered his head and started to say his prayer. “God almighty bless these souls which have been taken from me, let them rest in peace in your kingdom of heaven and let me find the nigger who ended there life, thank you Lord, Amen”, He bowed once and blew out the candles and put it all back in the box and then put the box back into his sack full of the things he carried around with him. He got a blanket out of his bag and he laid down on it and looked up at the
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