"But Harriet went on alone through the woods by night, hiding by day, having no map, unable to read or write, but trusting God, instinct, and the North Star to guide her."
"Harriet had a great sense of humor. She enjoyed telling the story on herself of how, not being able to read, she once sat down and went to sleep on a park bench right under a sign offering a big reward for her capture. "
"...she had to pss through a village where she was known. She bought two hens, tied them by their feet and hung them around her neck, then went tottering along. Sure enough, a slave catcher came up the street whomight, she though, recognize her, tottering or not. So she unloosed the squalling chickens in the middle of the street and dived after them, purposely not catching them so she coulld run down the road in pursuit and out of the slave-catcher's sight, while all the passersby laughed."