The Underground Railroad in Girard The Myth and Fact

Abstract

The steam was carried off on the wind as the train came to a stop at a lonely station, just as the other-worldly mist rose on a landscape of immeasurable miles and was viewed by a lone traveler. The iron clank of the wheels sounded as the train pulled away with the conductor yelling "all-aboard," while elsewhere the clanking of chains falling to the ground signaled a new journey. Hope was evident in the tired eyes of a worn out individual, climbing from a boat onto the shores of someplace called Canada. The train went chugging along, mile after mile, just as the traveler’s legs, like pistons moved up and down. The trains raced across the vast lands of America, just as countless fugitives crossed endless miles on their journey into an unknown future.