leg.â
âYou could send him a telegraph!â Lillie said. âI seen the office.â
âAinât none but white folks allowed to talk by telegraph,â Henry said. âEven free blacks ainât allowed. Besides, it costs dear, and I donât got enough money.â
âYou could write him a letter, then.â
Henry gave off with a rueful laugh. âI was a slave till this summer, girl,â he said. âI canât read nor write.â
âI can!â Lillie exclaimed, then glanced around and lowered her voice. âI can,â she whispered. âDo you know the farmerâs name?â
âEveryone knew it. A man name of Appleton, in Warren County just outside oâ Vicksburg. We was stationed near his land for three months; took regular runs over there for water and firewood and all manner oâthings.â
âName and countyâs enough address to get a letter to him.â
âThe mails ainât runninâ regular anywhere in the South,â Henry said. âThe worse the fightinâ goes, the more the roads get cut off. And the routes that is good are full oâ thieves what steal the mailbags lookinâ for money.â
âI still gotta try.â
âEven tryinâs trouble. You get caught writinâ a letterâ never mind sendinâ it to a white manâyouâll get whipped and sold.â
âMaybe,â Lillie said. âBut youâre a free man. You can do what you want. Sâpose I write the letter but we put your name to it? You can send it from here and say youâre thinkinâ about a friend what died in the war and you wonât sleep easy till you know if he done wrong.â
âI do a fraud like that, and I could be called for helpinâ you escape. How you reckon Iâd do back on a plantation or tossed in prison with just the one leg?â
Lillie felt herself go hot. âBut you got your freedom!â she cried. âWeâs still slaves and we ainât sâposed to be, and you got your freedom! This hereâs our only chance to get whatâs ours before my brother gets sold off!â
Henry regarded Lillie thoughtfully, and then sat back and rubbed his eyes. He looked tiredâtired from his wound and tired from the war and tired, Lillie reckoned, from the things heâd seen there. She reflected that if her papa were alive, this was the way heâd look too. At length, Henry raised his eyes back to her and smiled wanly.
âYour papa was right,â he said, âyou is small, but you is a bull. All right, child, Iâll help you.â Lillie started to leap up and hug him, but Henry held up his hand. âHear me, though. Thereâs somethinâ you got to do for me in return.â Lillie sat back down. âI got a family on the Orchard Hill plantationâwife and a boy about ten years old. I ainât seen neither of âem since before the war, and they think I died in the fightinâ. You got to tell âem otherwise.â
âThey wasnât freed with you?â
âThey wasnât even livinâ with me. We was once all together on a farm not far from here, but they got sold offâbout a year before I went to war. That freedom rule donât hold for split-up families.â
âWhyâd you go fight, then?â
âI reckoned I could come home and earn some money and buy âem free. Before I went to fight, I asked their master and he said yes. But when I got back from the war and went to tell âem I werenât killed, the Master met me with a shotgun. Said I couldnât never see âem till I had the money to buy âem both. He told âem I was dead and wonât tell âem otherwise in case they try to escape and join me.â
âYou think heâd let me talk to âem for you?â Lillie asked.
âCourse not. But if you was there on an errand, you could get to
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