Meanwhile, I will try to bear up under the yoke. Let but the first opportunity offer, and, come what will, I am off. When I get there, I shall not be required to have a pass I can travel without being disturbed. I will do the same and when I get to the head of the bay, I will turn my canoe adrift, and walked straight through Delaware into Pennsylvania. The steamboats steered in the Northeast course from Northpoint. This is very bay shall yet bear me into freedom. It cannot be that I shall live and die a slave. Only think of it 100 miles straight north, and I am free! Try it? Yes! God is helping me, I will. I had as well be killed running as die standing. I had as well die with ague as the fever. O God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free! Is there any God! Why am I a slave? I will run away. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O, that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone she hides in the dim distance.
#Walt whitman sail forth steer for the deep waters only free#
You are loosed from your moorings, and are free I am fast in my chains, and M a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedoms swift winged angels, that fly around the world I am confined in the bands of iron! O that I were free! O, that if I were on one of your gallant decks, under your protecting wing! Alas! Betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll. In reality, however, the fisherman talked like this because he didn't know what lay to the North. Shasta thought that beyond the hill there must be some delightful secret which his father wished to hide from him. For one of the poets has said, 'Application to business is the root of prosperity, but those who ask questions that do not concern them are steering the ship of folly towards the rock of indigence'. Or if he was in a peaceable mood he would say, "O my son, do not allow your mind to be distracted by idle questions. Sometimes if Arsheesh was there Shasta would say, 'O my Father, what is there beyond that hill?' And then if the fisherman was in a bad temper he would box Shasta's ears and tell him to attend to his work. One could see nothing but a grassy slope running up to a level ridge and beyond that the sky with perhaps a few birds in it. When he was sitting out of doors mending the nets, and all alone, he would often look eagerly to the North. He was very interested in everything that lay to the North because no one ever went that way and he was never allowed to go there himself.
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