I was born into slavery in 1819 or 1820, in Dorchester County, Maryland. Given the names of my two parents, both held in slavery, I was of purely African ancestry. I was whipped even as a small child and received a serious headwound when I refused to help tie up a run-a-way slave. At the age of 25, I married John Tubman, a free African American. Five years later, fearing I would be sold, I made my escape. …showed first 75 words of 427 total…

…showed last 75 words of 427 total…I would give all to understand that "times were very critical and therefore no foolishness would be indulged in on the road." That several who were rather weak- kneed and faint-hearted were greatly invigorated by my blunt and positive manner and threat of extreme measures, there could be no doubt. I spent her last years in the home telling stories of my life to visitors. On March 10, 1913, I died of pneumonia. I was 93 years old.