You have chosen to go on your own and seek a hiding spot in a nearby forest.
Margaret: "I'm sorry, Sir. I cannot risk going with you... I have made it this far on my own."
Amos Griest: "Understood, Margaret. Please take my advice, though- you have got to find a safe place to hide. York is not friendly to fugitives. This journey is not one that can be achieved without the help of friends."
Margaret: "Thank you, Sir, and good night."
Margaret spends the evening behind a row of bushes on a patch of grass. Daybreak comes and she finds that this forest does not provide nearly as much cover as it appeared to provide when she looked at it last night. Anyone walking down Market Street could peer right in and find her. Just then... she hears the shuffling of feet.
Edward Prigg: "You there... you match the description of a runaway slave from the Morgan Plantation. Don't run... there's no use in it."
Edward Prigg closes in and grabs me... pinching my elbow and pulling me towards the road. He picks me up underneath my arms and lifts me into his coach. I tried, but, after all those times running away from the patrols... all of those times hiding in the bushes, they caught me. I just wish I would have trusted that man Amos....
Amos Griest: "Understood, Margaret. Please take my advice, though- you have got to find a safe place to hide. York is not friendly to fugitives. This journey is not one that can be achieved without the help of friends."
Margaret: "Thank you, Sir, and good night."
Margaret spends the evening behind a row of bushes on a patch of grass. Daybreak comes and she finds that this forest does not provide nearly as much cover as it appeared to provide when she looked at it last night. Anyone walking down Market Street could peer right in and find her. Just then... she hears the shuffling of feet.
Edward Prigg: "You there... you match the description of a runaway slave from the Morgan Plantation. Don't run... there's no use in it."
Edward Prigg closes in and grabs me... pinching my elbow and pulling me towards the road. He picks me up underneath my arms and lifts me into his coach. I tried, but, after all those times running away from the patrols... all of those times hiding in the bushes, they caught me. I just wish I would have trusted that man Amos....