"โThe three of them darted into the dark and narrow road,
which smelled strongly of rotting oyster shells. About
halfway down, they halted in their steps and looked
around.
A baby began crying again.
โThe sound is coming from over here,โ Heather said as she
moved behind a pile of refuse. She gasped. โOh my word.โ
Charlotte and George rushed to her side, and spied a
young,
pretty Negro woman passed out and lying in the alley. A
baby
crawled through the nearby filth. Charlotte picked up the
dirty child with ease and rocked it back and forth in her
arms. Its whimpers became more hushed as she continued to
soothe the child.
โWhat in heavenโs name happened to this poor woman?โ
Heather
exclaimed while she investigated the young lady.
Charlotte
walked around the woman while the baby rode on her hip.
โDo
you think sheโs a runaway slave?โ Heather whispered.
Charlotte nodded in agreement. โYou remember what they
told
us to watch for at our last anti-slavery meeting. Look at
her feet and how they are so cut up. She must have walked
quite some distance, and with a baby on her hip, too!โ