#former slave

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In 1938, a 101-year-old former slave named Carrie Kirk was enrolled in a literacy course in Cleveland, Ohio.

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Runaway Slave Wrote This Piercing Letter to His Former Enslavers.

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Nat Love (sometimes spelled Nate Love) (pronounced "Nate", rhymes with "late") (June 1854 – 1921) was an Americancowboy and former slave in the period following the American Civil War. His exploits have made him one of the most famous heroes of the Old West.

Love was born into slavery on the plantation of Robert Love in Davidson County, Tennessee in June 1854.His father was a foreman enslaved on the plantation's fields, and his mother the manager of its kitchen. Love had two siblings: an older sister, Sally, and an older brother, Jordan. Despite slavery-era statutes that outlawed black literacy, he learned to read and write as a child with the help of his father, Sampson. When slavery ended, Love's parents stayed on the Love plantation as sharecroppers, attempting to raise tobacco and corn on about 20 acres, but Sampson died shortly after the second crop was planted. Afterward, Nat took a second job working on a local farm to help make ends meet. At about this time, he was noted as having a gift for breaking horses. After some time of working extra odd jobs in the area, he won a horse in a raffle on two occasions, which he then sold back to the owner for $50 each time. He used the money to leave town and, at the age of 16, headed West

Love traveled to Dodge City, Kansas, where he found work as a cowboy with cattle drivers from the Duval Ranch (located on the Palo Duro River in the Texas Panhandle).According to his autobiography, Love fought cattle rustlers and endured inclement weather. He trained himself to become an expert marksman and cowboy, for which he earned from his co-workers the moniker "Red River Dick." In 1872, Love moved to Arizona, where he found work at the Gallinger Ranch located along the Gila River. He wrote in his autobiography that while working the cattle drives in Arizona he met Pat Garrett, Bat Masterson, Billy the Kid, and others

"Deadwood Dick"

After driving a herd of cattle to the rail head in Deadwood, Dakota Territory, he entered a rodeo on the 4th of July in 1876, enticed by the $200 prize money. He won the rope, throw, tie, bridle, saddle, and bronco riding contests. It was at this rodeo that he claims friends and fans gave him the nickname "Deadwood Dick," a reference to a literary character created by Edward Lytton Wheeler, a dime novelist of the day.

Capture and escape

Mounted on my horse my ... lariat near my hand, and my trusty guns in my belt ... I felt like I could defy the world.

In October 1877, Nat Love writes that he was captured by a band of Pima Indians while rounding up stray cattle near the Gila River in Arizona. Although he claimed to have received over 14 bullet wounds in his career (with 'several' received in his fight with the Native Americans while trying to avoid capture), Love wrote that his life was spared because the Indians respected his heritage, a large portion of the band themselves being of mixed blood. He almost married the chief's daughter.The band of Native Americans nursed him back to health, wishing to adopt him into the tribe. Eventually, Love writes, he stole a pony and escaped into West Texas.

Life after being a cowboy

Love decided he needed to leave the cowboy life. He married a woman named Alice in 1889 and settled down, initially in Denver, taking a job in 1890 as a Pullman porter, which involved overseeing sleeping cars on the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad. While working for the railroad, he and his family resided in several western states, before finally moving to southern California.

In 1907, Love published his autobiography entitled Life and Adventures of Nat Love, Better Known in the Cattle Country as 'Deadwood Dick,' by Himself, which greatly enhanced his legacy. Love spent the latter part of his life as a courier and guard for a Los Angeles securities company. He died there in 1921, at the age of 67

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Day 27 of Black History Month And I’m honoring Rufus Estes. He was a former slave who worked as a chef aboard luxury railway cars operated by the Pullman Company in the 19th century. He was born in Murray County, Tennessee, one of nine children. Two of his brothers died during the American Civil War. He was one of the very first African Americans to publish a cookbook.

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• The Man Who Was Blown to Freedom During the Seige of Vicksburg, Abraham.

Date: 1863

Medium: Albumen silver print

▪︎Among the more remarkable stories of escape from slavery during the Civil War was that of Abraham, who was quite literally "blown to freedom." After failed attempts by the Union army to take the southern stronghold of Vicksburg, Mississippi, in the early months of 1863, General Ulysses Grant initiated a siege of the city that lasted from May 22 to July 4. During the final days of that siege, Union soldiers tunneled beneath earthen fortifications erected by Confederate forces and twice detonated powerful explosives. During the second blast, on July 1, seven enslaved workers used by the Confederates to dig countershafts were buried by debris. But one man—identified only as Abraham—was blown clear and fell to earth behind the Union lines. Though badly bruised, Abraham eventually recovered from his injuries. He remained with Union troops and later served as a cook on General James McPherson’s staff.

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Fictober 18 day 5: Take what you need

Fanfiction: Star Wars the Old Republic, Darth Marr PoV

“You have concerns?” Marr asked Tolun who had slipped into his office after Edenye had left for her daily tasks.

The death of Atrea was visibly weighing her down with how her shoulders constantly were pressed down. It was not his place yet to question how she was coping with the grief. As far as he could see and could pretend to know was that she had thrown herself into the duties as his right hand. How grief and guilt clung to her every step and thought was another thing he could not even say out loud. Lord Tytonus had still spies in their ranks. Flushing them out had a lesser priority with the Republic’s renewed efforts to retake the outlying systems of Imperial space. Showing any sign of having that bond with her will leave them vulnerable.

“Yes,” Tolun confirmed pulling out a small datapad from the pocket of her officer jacket, “Her medical records are becoming concerning.”

He raised an eyebrow underneath his mask, “How so?”

“Drastic loss of weight, loss of upper body strength… mineral and vitamin deficiencies are increasing and not decreasing like before,” Tolun read out.

“Any condition or illness?” he asked, leaning back in his chair putting down the report he had been given from Edenye.

Losing his right hand Sith before the war’s end was a hard enough blow to swallow, he could not waste another who was trained in handling the work load. Regardless of his attachment to her. That was still robbing him of sleep on how to deal with it appropriately….

It could not interfere with the Empire’s defense, even if it made his chest hurt. Damn Force bonds.

“None,” Tolun shook her head, “she is starving.”

Now he frowned. Starving? There was plenty of food around? Not good. How had he not sensed it? Hunger was painful and he had sensed no pain in the weeks since the burial. Why could nothing go smoothly and like it was intended?

“Concerning,” he forced out after a moment’s silence staring at the officer that served her for years now, “Suggestions?”

The next debriefing was towards the evening, Edenye sorting out various datapads on top of his desk as he finished off his last orders to the Moffs at various defensive postings. Something he no longer could share the amount of with Edenye. The Council had refused to grant her the title of Darth, only promoting her to Lord. It meant she had no authority to command the Sith Lords and their respective Moffs on his behalf.

Not yet anyways. That would come still. She was powerful enough, if only her visions could be controlled more tightly. Last time she had been passed out in her chambers for two days. Neither could he sit next to her in that time keeping them down until they vanished. He had to be on the bridge almost at all hours these days. Except for when he needed to sleep.

If Edenye had noticed the bowl filled with food towards the side of the chamber, she had not reacted to it. Visibly at least, but the longing was there. Buzzing at the back of his skull, travelling down to his stomach. Almost as soon as she had entered too with disorganized braids and dark circles under her eyes. Now it was nagging at his stomach now. A phantom feeling leaking over the bond.

A former slave. He should have known that for her it had been normal to go without food for days on end. Coupled with a larger work load, grief and… the bond, he could not really blame her for forgetting. Tolun had suggested putting bowls of various foods around the stronghold and their chambers on his flagship. A simple solution.

It was rather amusing to see her slowly shifting towards the bowl. One moment she favoured one leg and then in the next she was a step closer.

A beeping tore his attention away from the slowly gravitating Edenye to the holo-com. Emergency transmission from the Ashas Ree system. He had to turn away to take the call, a Moff requesting more ships as an attack was imminent.

When the call ended and he had ordered his own fleet to jump into hyperspace to join the defense of Ashas Ree, he turned around again. Tolun had the right idea it seemed. Edenye was practically devouring the fruit and the piece of pastry that had been in it. Eyes went wide and her face froze mid-chew when she noticed his eyes on her.

“Take what you need,” he simply said waving her obvious question off before it was blurted out.

The small smile she gave him released tension in his neck muscles that he hadn’t noticed. Good. They could return to the important things finally.