Diary Of A Slave Dale Smerglia Dear God, ‘If I have my ticket, Lord, can I ride?’ My bones are weakening, as is my hope. I overheard Master Tolbert speaking to a man, and I have been a slave for over 40 years. Can I have my ticket Lord, please? It could be worse; I could still be a field slave. Now that my legs and arms are weak, Master Tolbert allowed for me to become …showed first 75 words of 488 total…

…showed last 75 words of 488 total…few weeks and wants me to come, but my day of freedom is near, so I told him I would stay on the plantation. ‘You must have your ticket stamped bright and clear Train is coming, she is drawing near.’ Well I will retire to bed in hope that I do not awake. I thank God for looking after me today and pray for my son’s safety. Good night, and good faith. Dale Smerglia