Hi, my name is Walter and was born a slave in Virginia. I plant, harvest, bind and stack tobacco sunup to sundown. Some of my hardest things in life was being sold off a plantation and never seeing my mother again. I had a talent of carpentry and building, so I could begin earning money so I could buy my way to freedom like the other slaves I heard about. But since the master died his son took over and said to me “I was worth a lot of money.” I did not intend to be sold to another plantation and die as a slave. After all the lights were out and waited it to be quiet, then I will slip out bed and go to a place called Canada where I was told White people treated blacks equally. But first I had to find the North Star, find it and follow it untill