Chapter Four:

"You better get ready missy, you'll be going into a house 'bout a mile down the road," the man said in a whisper. She could barly hear him over the jults at the wagon bumped along. Grace's whole body hurt from the long time in the cart, she didn't think she could stand each stab as the wagon bumped over yet another rock or into another pothole. She heard a child yelling, but it soon faded as she did into a deep sleep.
She woke later and was laying in a bed, the puppy was laying on her feet sleeping. "She's up suh," someone yelled and the man who had taken her there appeared. "Yall be here, then yall next stop will be somewhere else, its these here folks turn now. Best of luck to ya missy." He said as he disaperred again. The puppy gave a little yawn and turned over. "You should have a name by now, she thought. How about Liberty girl? I'm a thinkin that sounds just fine!" Liberty replied with a short "Woof" and Grace drifted back to sleep.

Chapter Eight:

"Liberty!" Grace cried out softly.  Her voice was a whisper, but her tone was in a yell.  She ran after her dog not knowing where she was going.  At least the little dog seemed to be going in the right direction.  She ran and ran untill she was out of breath and had to stop.  She got back up, but only had the energy to walk.  Liberty was gone, and Grace couldn't look for her any longer, she had to get to the mountain, the sun was quickly rising over the woods.  The mountain was know in front of her, and up above a ledge was a small opening in the side.  She climbed the side, and saw the cave of her dreams!  It was perfect, someone had been there before though, and not long ago too.  There was still embers burning on a small fire, and a mat was laid out next to it.  Then she heard something, rocks crumbling to the ground below.  Someone was coming up the side of the mountain.

Chapter Nine:

Grace froze, and then slowy moved to the back of the cave.  The person volted themselves onto the floor, it was a boy, a black boy.  "Anyone in here?" he asked as his eyes darted around the cave.  He gaze slowly moved to where Grace was kneeling.  "I see ya, get on out here now." he said.  Grace stood up, and walked a closer to the boy, he was older than she, but not by much.  "What yall doing out here?" he spat.  "I'm a headin' to the Philadephia, to live with my Auntie in freedom," said Grace.  The boy knodded, but said nothing. He just walked around her, looking at every inch of her dirt-covered legs, her hair all tossled into a piece of torn cloth, and the little sack she carried on her back.  "Ya need somethin' to drink there?" he asked.  Grace shook her head, water would be a very nice thing right now, she hadn't had any since chasing Liberty.  She thought of the little dog, somewhere out in the woods, she wouldn't be able to survive without someone to care for her, not long anyhow.  Her little face flashed over and over again in Grace's mind, and some how she would have to find the little dog, because Grace couldn't let her die in out there, all only, and with nobody to tend to her needs.  Grace took a long drink of the water, and then laid down to rest untill nightfall.  When it came she started towards the opening of the cave. "Where you going?" the boy asked.  "To find my freedom.."

Grace followed the North Star that night, knowing it would bring her to somewhere in the north, and knowing that it was considered lucky.  Right now she needed alot of luck to able to find Liberty safe, but it was truly impossible now, Grace was far from where Liberty had run off, and unless by some miracle she had come in the right direction, it seemed impossible.  Luck seemed to be with Grace thus far though, so she hoped to find the dog.  Grace walked through the night, and was starting to look for a place to rest, when a small town came into view, she looked to her left to see a road, not having noticed it before, but she was heading in the right direction, all she knew about her next stop was that it was along a river, and she hadn't seen a river.  So she followed the creek, maybe it would open into the mouth of a river.  The creek crossed over the road, and Grace followed it.  The cold night air peirced her fingers making them cold and numb.  But through the crisp air came a bark, it was a dog, and it was in trouble.

Chapter Ten:

The bark waved through the crisp air once more.  She strained to hear where it had come from, but all she heard now was the silence of the dense forest around her.  She started moving back to where the road was, the small moonlight led her path.  Grace froze, there was the shallow bark again.  This time it seemed to be fainter, and more desrepte, so she moved to the sound of the whimper, it grew smaller and smaller untill it faded into the night.  Grace continued in the way she had been going, and soon Liberty came into view.  The small dogs sides moved up and down in one motion, Grace knelt by the dog.  Her back left leg was gone, nothing left but a small stump coming out.  Grace moved in a quiet way so as not to disturb the little dog, and she wrapped the leg up with some cloth she had in her bag.  She picked Liberty up, she yelped in pain but made no further noice.  Grace could feel the dog's heartbeat pound against her chest, gasping for it's last breath.  Grace walked to the road and traveled late into the night, when the moon reached it's time it disaperred, and Grace and Liberty went with it.  She had found the small town she'd been searching for, and she went into the blue house with big rusted metal shutters.