wonderful thing to behold.â
Buoyed by the sight, Jackson and me continue on our journey, stopping to hand out the goods to the families living roadside. Even though Iâm sad about leaving Pa, my spirits stay high for several miles afterward. Just like on the trip to Lexington, Iâve seen and learned so many new things. Must be what Ma calls âgrowing up.â
âAs soon as I can, Iâm enlisting,â I tell Jackson. âThen Iâll be free, too.â
He grunts. âBoy, didnât you learn nothinâ at Camp Nelson? A black soldier ainât free.â
âThat ainât true,â I protest.
âThen why is your pa cleaning stalls for white soldiersâ horses?â
âAll soldiers have duties,â I say, repeating Paâs words. âPa says Colonel Sedgwick is organizing colored troops. I bet next time we see Pa, heâll be wearing a uniform with stripes on his shoulder. Already, he fought against Morgan. You watch, in no time heâll be marching to Tennessee to fight Rebels.â
Jackson shakes his head. âThatâs foolish thinking, Gabriel, but believe what you want.â
Angry at Jackson for doubting Pa, I retort, âYouâre just against being a soldier âcause youâre too cowardly to enlist.â
Jackson tips his head sideways and studies me. I bite my lip, sorry for my words. Jackson ainât a coward. But I canât have him speaking against Pa.
âWay I see it, most Yankees donât care if black folks are free. That ainât why they fighting this war,â Jackson says solemnly, like heâs thought on it awhile. âBut youâre right, I
am
a coward. I donât want to kill
or
die for freedom. Thatâs why Iâm leaving for Saratoga tomorrowâto find freedom my own way.â
Crossing my arms against my chest, I turn away. I donât want Jackson to see the tears I suddenly canât hold back.
âIâm sorry Iâm leaving you, Gabriel,â Jackson adds with a sigh. âAnd Iâm sorry your pa left. But sometimes, âsorryâ ainât enough to stop a man from what he needs to do.â
Chapter Eleven
T he next day Jackson is to catch the train to Saratoga, New York. Renny will drive him in the carriage to the Midway depot. Before they head off, I hide in the weeds by the river where no one will find me.
Leaving Pa was hard, but at least heâs in Kentucky so I reckon Iâll visit him again soon. But Jackson? I ainât
never
going to see my friend again. Now I know how Pa felt when he snuck off to enlist. Like him, I just ainât brave enough to say goodbye.
When the sun gets hot and the mosquitoes pesky, and I reckon Jackson and Renny are long gone, I climb from my hiding place along the riverbed. In the distance, I spot one of Master Gilesâs armed guards sitting under a tree by the bridge across the river. Since the scare with One Arm, someone patrols the pike around the clock. This sentry is sleeping, his rifle across his lap, his hat tucked over his face to keep off the flies.
I walk alongside a field of corn, colorful with field slaves plucking corn worms from the leaves. Their fingers are swollen from the stings. Their bare arms are scratched from the leaves. The sun beats on their heads, and sweat streams down their necks.
Since the war started, Masterâs lost many slaves. Some died from the fever. Some ran north. Some ran to enlist. Some just ran.
Masterâs always spouting off against slavery, yet he still owns slaves. He has so many, I donât know a lot of their names. As I walk past the pickers, they stare at me, probably wondering why a strong boy like me ainât working. If they were to ask, Iâd tell them I havenât worked since I got home from Camp Nelson. Iâd say that I donât care if Iâm caught and whipped. Newcastleâs going to whip me no matter.
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