The south side of the mountain held a secret for many years. Up near the ridge in the caves, runaway slaves would hide, seeking redemption. An old woman would be there with pieces of bread, some apples and cheese. It was the best meal anyone had had in months.
Each runaway heard, some for the first time, that they did matter, they were loved. The old woman would tell them that the slave owners with a Bible in one hand, and a whip in the other, were wrong. Those people needed to repent she said, or there was lightning coming to their house, for sure.
Most of the runaways only stayed long enough to heal their wounds, to gain their strength back, to learn about forgiveness, and then they were gone further north. Some stayed long enough to learn how to read (just the basics). Everyone hugged the old woman, and left with songs in their hearts.
It was only recently the story became known. Some hikers found the caves, a pile of old books, a pair glasses, and a pair of shoes. The old woman’s journal was in the pile of books. It was recorded that there were 132 people redeemed, on the south side of the mountain, up near the ridge, in the caves. May the old woman rest in peace.
Note: This is fiction, but it is very close to the truth.
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“If you love nature, you will love people.”