During a journey from Philadelphia to Norfolk on the back-country roads dotted with rural hamlets, also known as thorps in olden days, Paul arrived in Snow Hill, a historic town from colonial times. While strolling inside town’s only museum, a bright yellow poster caught his attention; the announcement partially read:
REWARD
Runaway from the Subscriber
Negro Man named George, 5-feet-10-inches high, dark complexion, plays well on the violin…..
If said Negro is taken, brought to this county so that I get him, the above reward of $1,000 will be promptly paid.
J. Means
“There lies our original sin,” sighed Paul.
REWARD
Runaway from the Subscriber
Negro Man named George, 5-feet-10-inches high, dark complexion, plays well on the violin…..
If said Negro is taken, brought to this county so that I get him, the above reward of $1,000 will be promptly paid.
J. Means
“There lies our original sin,” sighed Paul.
