in his eyes let her know she'd better want to. She wistfully looked back as they walked away. It was becoming so hard to hate gals, Injuns and Negras!
Back in Rochester, John still worked at the Gazette when he wasn't zigzagging the southern lands. They continued to print the paper even though it was more difficult to get it to their intended readers... southerners. The southern states had banned it from traveling through the mail, with more and more states censoring it. But thankfully, this southern gent, ‘Kyle Adams,’ could go anywhere he pleased and take the copies with him. Most times he played the part of a poor southern farmer. Men who didn't own plantations or businesses were more prone to listen to him. But heaven help him if a hot-head found him out. John slipped around at night leaving the Gazette in businesses, on doors, in parked wagons or anywhere he could get away with doing so.
Many of the people he talked to were sympathetic, yet even more were not. There were times he could almost feel the noose around his neck. He was quick to leave one town and head for the next, never staying in any place more than a night. By the time anyone knew he was there, he had already gone. Like a breeze, he quickly swept through their towns, leaving behind a breath of fresh air for those who also wished to take up the cause.
Chapter Seven
* * * *
Sarah's folks, who were now well off, encouraged her to try Eagleton's school. “You're taking up space in the free school that some poor child could be using. Maybe you should try Eagleton,” Marion said.
“But my friends go to the free school and I love Mrs. Lykes. I don't know anyone at Eagleton.”
“You know Trissy. You two seemed to have a good time when we were visiting the Eastland's.”
“She's all right I guess, but I don't know her like I know Greta and Shane, they're my best friends.”
“You'll make new friends. Try it.”
“If I don't like it can I please go back to the free school?”
“We'll see.” Even though they were going to go to different schools, Sarah would still meet Greta, Shane and Vivian Thompson at the first covered bridge on the Old Wagon Road so they could all walk into town together.
Vivian, who was thirteen years old, thought herself too grown up to really pal with them. She just walked ahead and paid little mind to what they said or did. Greta, who was ten, had long white-blond hair that reminded Sarah of what she imagined angel's hair must be like. It was so fine and silky. The sunlight danced through it causing tiny beams of light to sparkle around her head.
Her brother Shane, who was a year older, had blonde hair too, but his was not as white as Greta's. Yet, it sparkled just the same and so did his large, sky blue eyes. Especially when he was around Sarah.
They walked down Main Street past Hamilton House and saw Mrs. Hamilton fixing the display in the window of her dress shop. She smiled and waved at them.
As they came upon the free school Sarah said, “I'll see you later.”
“I don't see why you have to go to that snooty school,” Shane huffed. “It's full of idiots.”
“Momma said I have to try it, that's why.”
“Well, just don't let them turn you into a snoot.” Greta laughed.
“Never!” Sarah walked on down Main Street toward the red brick building. The school yard was empty. She slowly opened the door and walked inside. It didn't take her long to find out that Eagleton School wasn't the place for her. She was like a new chick in the old hen house.
As soon as Sarah walked in Trissy Eastland looked over at her and smirked. “Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see Sarah DuVal coming to the real school?”
“I've heard that her whole family is a bit off,” another girl sneered.
“They're a lot off. In fact, they spend all their money on nigras just to turn right around and set ‘em free.” Trissy rolled her eyes.
Sarah hated this school. She especially didn't like that snooty Trissy Eastland! Despite
Back in Rochester, John still worked at the Gazette when he wasn't zigzagging the southern lands. They continued to print the paper even though it was more difficult to get it to their intended readers... southerners. The southern states had banned it from traveling through the mail, with more and more states censoring it. But thankfully, this southern gent, ‘Kyle Adams,’ could go anywhere he pleased and take the copies with him. Most times he played the part of a poor southern farmer. Men who didn't own plantations or businesses were more prone to listen to him. But heaven help him if a hot-head found him out. John slipped around at night leaving the Gazette in businesses, on doors, in parked wagons or anywhere he could get away with doing so.
Many of the people he talked to were sympathetic, yet even more were not. There were times he could almost feel the noose around his neck. He was quick to leave one town and head for the next, never staying in any place more than a night. By the time anyone knew he was there, he had already gone. Like a breeze, he quickly swept through their towns, leaving behind a breath of fresh air for those who also wished to take up the cause.
Chapter Seven
* * * *
Sarah's folks, who were now well off, encouraged her to try Eagleton's school. “You're taking up space in the free school that some poor child could be using. Maybe you should try Eagleton,” Marion said.
“But my friends go to the free school and I love Mrs. Lykes. I don't know anyone at Eagleton.”
“You know Trissy. You two seemed to have a good time when we were visiting the Eastland's.”
“She's all right I guess, but I don't know her like I know Greta and Shane, they're my best friends.”
“You'll make new friends. Try it.”
“If I don't like it can I please go back to the free school?”
“We'll see.” Even though they were going to go to different schools, Sarah would still meet Greta, Shane and Vivian Thompson at the first covered bridge on the Old Wagon Road so they could all walk into town together.
Vivian, who was thirteen years old, thought herself too grown up to really pal with them. She just walked ahead and paid little mind to what they said or did. Greta, who was ten, had long white-blond hair that reminded Sarah of what she imagined angel's hair must be like. It was so fine and silky. The sunlight danced through it causing tiny beams of light to sparkle around her head.
Her brother Shane, who was a year older, had blonde hair too, but his was not as white as Greta's. Yet, it sparkled just the same and so did his large, sky blue eyes. Especially when he was around Sarah.
They walked down Main Street past Hamilton House and saw Mrs. Hamilton fixing the display in the window of her dress shop. She smiled and waved at them.
As they came upon the free school Sarah said, “I'll see you later.”
“I don't see why you have to go to that snooty school,” Shane huffed. “It's full of idiots.”
“Momma said I have to try it, that's why.”
“Well, just don't let them turn you into a snoot.” Greta laughed.
“Never!” Sarah walked on down Main Street toward the red brick building. The school yard was empty. She slowly opened the door and walked inside. It didn't take her long to find out that Eagleton School wasn't the place for her. She was like a new chick in the old hen house.
As soon as Sarah walked in Trissy Eastland looked over at her and smirked. “Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see Sarah DuVal coming to the real school?”
“I've heard that her whole family is a bit off,” another girl sneered.
“They're a lot off. In fact, they spend all their money on nigras just to turn right around and set ‘em free.” Trissy rolled her eyes.
Sarah hated this school. She especially didn't like that snooty Trissy Eastland! Despite
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