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Excerpt from Still Standing: Surviving Custerās Last Battle - Part 1
By Don Solenberger & Judith Gotwald
Chapter 2
The boys stooped low and ran away from the River Raisin towards the farmhouse and barn. They didnāt stop until they found shelter in the barn and closed the barn door behind them. Autie pointed toward an empty horse stall and the boys took refuge together behind a second closed door. āYouāll be safe here for now,ā Autie said in a hushed voice. All three collapsed into the hay.
āWhere are you headed?ā Tom ventured.
The Negro boy was still hesitant to speak, but he weighed the facts. These boys had helped him, and he didnāt have anywhere else to turn.
āCanada,ā he said. āFreedom. Canāt be far now. I be runninā foā weeks.ā
Sam gasped for breath. He was both scared and excited.
Autie decided to take charge.
āTake it easy. You are safe for now. Iām George Armstrong Custer. This is my brother, Thomas. They call me Autie. They call him Tom. What do they call you.ā
āSam.ā His one-syllable name was about all he could manage at the moment.
āSam, you are indeed close to Canada. Why, if you can swim you are home free.ā
āCanāt swim,ā Sam admitted.
āWe can swim,ā Tom piped in. Autie shushed his younger brother. āThat wonāt help him now, will it, Tom?ā
āWhere are you running from?ā Autie asked.
āKentucky.ā
āThatās horse country.ā Tom said with excitement. āCan you ride?ā
āFoā sure!ā Sam said. Sam gained energy and confidence with the opportunity to speak with authority on a topic that clearly interested his newfound friends.
āWork horses mostly, but since I small, Master has me ride the ļ¬ne horses now and agāin. I keeps them in shape.ā
Autie looked at the slave boy with a peculiar envy. Up until now, he had not given slavery much thought. His father and friends often discussed slavery around the Custer dinner table and at farmersā meetings, but they seemed to be mostly concerned with farming economics, not the hearts and souls of the enslaved laborers. Autie was face to face with a slave for the ļ¬rst time, a boy near his own ageā¦and this slave had access to the ļ¬nest horses!
He shook off his irrational envy and returned to the problem at hand.
āShouldnāt we tell Pap and Ma?ā Tom asked.
āPerhaps, perhaps notāat least not yet! Tom, remember that prank we are planning to play on Bos tomorrow?ā Tom nodded. āWell, it might work even better with Samās help!ā
Autie told the boys his plan, working out the details as he went.
Sam would spend the night in the barn. Both Autie and Tom would take some extra food from the dinner table to avoid being noticed.
āSee that horse there?ā Autie pointed to one of the six in the stalls on the other end of the barn. āThat horseās name is King. He belongs to John Stanford, a rich man, lives on a big farm north of here along the Detroit River. Heās expecting us to return his horse by tomorrow night with new shoes. ā
āItās my turn to ride the horse home,ā Tom reminded him.
āWhen we go to pull that prank on Boz tomorrow, letās use Mr. Stanfordās horse.ā
āYouāll do nothing of the sort.ā The sound of their fatherās voice paralyzed them. They looked up at their fatherās face looking down over the wall of the stall at the three of them. For once, Autie was speechless.
āWhatās going on here,ā Emanuel Custer demanded.
Accustomed to obeying orders, Sam was the only one who could speak.
āI Sam, sir. I wants to go North.ā
āWhere did you run from?ā
āKentucky, sir.ā
Emanuel Custer had the same reaction as his younger son.
āThatās horse country. How are my boys planning to help you?ā
āDonāt know āxactly, sir. We jusā talkinā.ā
āArmstrong, tell me what is going on.ā
Autie breathed deeply to muster his courage. He rose to his feet in respect for his father.
āFather, we came across Sam by the river. He was hiding in the bushes along the orchard. There were boats coming near enough to see us, so we ducked low and ran for the barn. Other than that, sir, we donāt know much more.ā
Emanuel turned to Sam. āHow about you ļ¬ll in the details.ā
Sam was practiced at telling his story. Heād told it a dozen times in the last few weeks as he moved from one safe house in the Underground Railroad to another.
āWell, sir,ā he started, āa whiles back, some slaves run for freedom. They gets away. That makes all the masters plenty sore, grumblinā ābout losing their āvestments. Houseboy hears Master planninā to sell soon as harvest work be over. He wants besā dollar to buy new slaves over the winter and get āem ready for spring plantinā.ā
Autie listened. Sam sounded like any number of farmers talking shop with his father. But they were talking about ļ¬ring and hiring. Sam was talking about buying and selling and it was Sam who was being bought and sold.
Sam continued his story. āMaster wants rid of us before we gets thinkinā ābout runninā. But, sir, he too late. We already thinkinā ābout runninā. Off we goes that very night. They be ten of us. We runs together the ļ¬rst few nights, but gets torn apart one way or ānother. I stays in barns, houses, sheds, caves. Last few days I stays in a fancy house not far from here. Jesā Mama, my sister, Myra, and me. Mama and Myra stays in the house. I stays in the barn.
āLast night I hear a ruckus. Men banginā on the door of the house. They sound angry. I watch from the barn. When one starts my way, I takes off out the back door. I runs to the water. It plenty dark. Canāt swim, but I wades along the edge, hidinā my trail ājes likes the others teaches me. Cum sunrise, I see boats on the water. I think besā to hide ātil dark. I spends most of the day hidinā in the bushes. Thatās when yoā boys ļ¬nds me.ā
Emanuel looked the boy over. He guessed he was about twelve years old with a small, sturdy build and clearly no stranger to hard work. His skin was as dark as any he had ever seen. His eyes were as bright as lanterns in the shadows of the barn. His clothes were a bit ragged and appeared to be getting a tad small, but he was clean. The last people to keep him had taken good care of him, he thought. Emanuel saw that he carried nothing with him.
āYou must be hungry.ā
āYessir,ā Sam answered softly.
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Emanuel Custer quickly assessed the situation he was facing with his sons, Tom and Autie, and a runaway slave boy named Sam.
Emanuel turned to Tom, āTom, you run and ask your mother for some bread and meat. If she wants to know why, tell her Iām working hard and I am hungry.ā
Tom lost no time. He ran out of the barn, stopping only to swing the doors shut and headed straight for the Custer kitchen. Emanuel Custer continued his plan.
āSam,ā he said. āYou stay here with my son, Armstrong. But I donāt want you staying here all night. It wonāt be safe for you to move around until it gets a bit darker. When it gets to be supper time and everyone is home sitting at their dinner tablesāthen you can come into the house.ā He stopped and thought for a few seconds. āIn fact, Autie, wait a bit longer until your brother, Boston, goes to bed. Heās too young to know about this. I will come get you when it is safe.ā
Then he turned to Sam. āYouāll be safe in our home.ā
āWhy is that, Pap?ā Autie interjected. āSeems to me like the barn would be safer.ā
āIt would be except for one thing,ā his father explained. āWeāre Democrats living in Whig territory. I can guess which house in Monroe kept Sam. You can be sure it was a Whig house. They protect runaway Negroes. Most people know it, but nobody talks.ā
Emanuel continued. āThey donāt talk because this isnāt our battle, Autie. We donāt hold to slavery. But thereās plenty of Democrats that do and we are Democrats. Theyāll be sure to help if some Southerner happens along and wants a hand ļ¬nding a runaway. If anyone comes looking for Sam, they are bound to be Democrats. The Whigs will make excuses. If they are running for office, they might pretend to help so as not to appear to be breaking any laws. But they wonāt take looking for Negroes seriously. If any search party stops here you can be sure that they will be Democrats and they wonāt hesitate to check the barn, with or without my permission, but theyāll take the word of a fellow Democrat that there are no runaways in our house.ā
Autie had just started thinking about politics. Heād spent many a night lying in bed, listening to his father and his friends argue the pet peeves of the prairie farmers at the kitchen table. But the things they talked about had not seemed real. He still thought like a child. There was right and there was wrong and not much in between.
āFather, this is wrong. Sam canāt hurt anyone.ā
āThatās not what this is about, son. Sam may not want to hurt anyone. But Sam doesnāt have a say. He is a slave boy. He will do as he is told. Heāll do it as a boy and heāll do it as a man. Heāll do it until one day he is tired of doing it. Pushed hard enough thereās no telling what heāll do when he grows to be a man. Thatās just the way it is.ā
Sam sat quietly in the hay, listening awkwardly to the discussion about his future.
āThis does not seem right,ā Autie muttered.
āAutie, you listen to me.ā Emanuel said sternly. āThis isnāt our battle. We will not send Sam back into slavery, but all we can do is set him in the right direction. You and Tom keep quiet about this. Keep Boston in the dark. He would be sure to babble.ā
With that Emanuel left the barn. He passed Tom on his way back to the barn with the provisions. āIs your mother in the kitchen?ā he asked. Tom said āYes, Pap, she didnāt ask any questions.ā
āThomas, Iāve told Armstrong my plan. You listen to him. Keep quiet. Follow Armstrongās lead. Iāll go talk to your mother.ā
The two continued in opposite directions. Tom looked into the sky. It was late in the afternoon, but there was still plenty of daylight left. He thought for a moment about the chores that were going undone, about the tools he and Autie had left in the ļ¬elds. Normally, such carelessness would not go unpunished, but Father had said to follow Autieās lead. Thatās what he set out to do.
Autie, Tom, and Sam huddled in an empty horse stall. The walls of the stall gave them a sense of protection. For now, this was their world. Four wooden walls, a pile of straw, a loaf of bread and slab of meat.
The boys quickly became friends. Sam told them all about life on a Kentucky horse plantation. Tom and Autie listened wide-eyed. While they wouldnāt want to be slaves, the thought of being around the ļ¬nest horses in the world was beyond their imagination. For the next few hours, nothing separated the boys. They were equalājust boys sharing adventures.
As the hot summer air began to stir with the evening breezes, Emanuel Custer appeared again at the barn door carrying a large straw hat.
āItās suppertime, boys. Iāve talked to your mother. She is prepared to help. She fed Boston early and put him to bed. He went kicking and screaming but he is asleep now. Autie you take Sam
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