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Inside a dim plantation kitchen, Harriet kneels on the wooden floor, daylight slanting through a tiny window onto her determined face. A metal bucket and scrub brush rest beside her hands.
Harriet Tubman, a brave thirteen-year-old Black girl with short black hair, lived long ago. She was enslaved and worked without pay. 'I will be brave,' Harriet whispered. She scrubbed floors, carried water, and hoped.
At the field’s edge at sunset, Harriet stands in dusty clothes, orange light filling the wide sky. She gazes toward the glowing horizon, fingers clutching her apron.
Harriet worked hard and wasn't treated kindly. Inside her heart lived a bright dream. 'One day, we'll be free,' she told herself. She watched the horizon and imagined helping others walk beside her.
Under the harsh afternoon sun, Harriet hauls a heavy wooden pail across the dirt yard outside the slave quarters. Sweat beads on her brow as dry dust swirls around her bare feet.
Perseverance means keeping on when things feel hard. Harriet practiced perseverance every day. 'I won't give up,' she promised. She learned, listened, and planned small steps, even when chores and fear felt heavy.
Before dawn in a quiet pine grove, Harriet kneels on soft moss, hands clasped in prayer. Pale blue morning light filters through branches onto a small unlit lantern beside her knees.
Harriet believed God was with her. She prayed in the quiet. 'Guide me, Lord,' she whispered. Listening to wind and birds, she felt courage grow, like a lantern shining the path ahead.
Inside a candlelit cabin at midnight, Harriet stuffs bread and a shawl into a rough cloth bag. Moonlight sneaks through the open door as she steps toward the dark tree line outside.
One night, Harriet decided, 'It's time.' She packed bread, a shawl, and hope. Her short hair tucked under a cap, she steadied her breath. She stepped toward the trees and new beginnings.
Deep in the nighttime forest, Harriet touches the bark of a towering oak while silver moonlight shimmers on a nearby stream. Shadows stretch around her boots and cloak in the cool air.
The journey was long and dark. Woods rustled and shadows stretched. 'Step by step,' Harriet breathed. She touched bark, followed cool streams, and watched moonlight sprinkle silver crumbs across the path.
Along a moonlit dirt road, Harriet crouches behind a fallen log, eyes fixed ahead. A mounted patrolman in silhouette rides past, horse hooves kicking dust through the pale blue night.
Harriet knew danger was real. People hunted escapees. 'Stay quiet, heart,' she told herself. She hid behind logs, waited while hooves clattered past, then slipped across a fence and hurried on.
In the predawn woods, Harriet leans against a broad tree, eyes closed, hand pressed to her aching head. Soft grey light and drifting mist wrap the silent clearing as she gathers strength.
Sometimes her old head injury hurt. Dizzy spells surprised her. 'I can rest and rise again,' she murmured. She leaned on a tree, breathed slowly, then woke refreshed and stepped forward once more.
Beside a shallow creek under a star-filled sky, Harriet points toward the bright North Star. Water glints at her feet while cool night air rustles tall grasses around her determined stance.
Harriet kept going, even with aching feet. Night became her friend. 'North Star, help me,' she said. She traced constellations, crossed creeks, and counted steps, each one a promise toward freedom.
At first light, Harriet strides across an open meadow, pale pink sunrise painting the horizon. Dew-sparkled grass brushes her skirt as she hurries toward distant shelter beyond the trees.
She remembered her dream. 'I won't quit, not for one tiny second.' Trust warmed her like a blanket. She hurried toward safety, choosing courage whenever fear knocked, and thanking God for every mile.
On a moonless forest path, Harriet leads two nervous adults by the glow of a covered lantern. She raises her free hand, signaling silence as they follow the hidden route toward freedom.
And guess what? Harriet reached freedom! 'I'll go back,' she decided. Again and again she returned at night, leading hidden paths. People called her 'Moses' because she guided others to safety.
In a sunny meadow at midday, Harriet stands tall on a small stump, warm breeze lifting her cap. She smiles confidently and extends an open palm toward the viewer, inviting them onward.
Harriet Tubman shows us perseverance. 'Keep going,' she tells you. Dream big, trust God, and help others. When life feels hard, breathe, take the next step, and light someone's path with kindness.
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