I received a letter from Emily Flint, Dr. Flints daughter. It begrudges me that they still keep tabs on me at all! But at least I am safe in Boston.
It has been two years since I have been in Boston, Ellen is going off to boarding school. And I will be so lonesome with out her. Just as I will be lonesome without you my dear readers. For I am trying to write a book, and if you enjoyed the few ramblings that I have managed to share with you then please feel free to take a look at it, if it ever happens.
Dr. Flint was on my trail for awhile but I have heard from my grandmother that he is dead and I feel as though I am free all over again.
The people I used to work for the Bruce's have purchased my freedom for real so that legally I am a free person, with value dignity, and worth.
So now our time has come to a close. You met me alone and a slave, and now I am in the company of good friend and free.
Thank you for following me by reading all of this, for at times when I had no one I could always write to you.
Now I am in pursuit of writing this book, I think that I shall call it "Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl".
And as always I will remain most humbly yours,
~Harriet Jacobs
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