hand.
"Squeeze these as hard as you can in both hands," he told me.
I did what he said and both little pipes burst in my hands. A cold sensation went through my wounds and I shivered there in the hot and smelly cabin.
"Keep your fists clenched like that," John said to me. "Keep them tight and in the morning the infection will be gone."
I held on tight and John put his hand on my shoulder.
"This wax will heal you," he said.
I was feeling good because for the first time since I had come to the slave quarters I wasn't hurting. My hands and my shoulder felt good and I wanted to talk some more.
"What you thinkin' 'bout?" I asked him in the dark.
"My home," he said.
"Where that?" I asked, "Africa?"
I was beginning to think that maybe Mud Albert was right and that boy was actually an African deity come to free the slaves.
"Is that a boat wit' a sun on it?" I asked.
"Not exactly," he whispered.
"What's it like where you're from?" I asked my new
friend.
"My home," he said, "is very different from anything in Georgia or anywhere else on Earth. It has red skies and float ing lakes and many of the animals can speak and use tools." "Horses that can swing a hammah?" I asked. "Like that," he said in the dark. "Yes." "That's crazy talk."
"Here it is," John said, "but on my world everything is different. People are much smaller and they have skin col oring from green to blue to red." "Any white people there?" "Some," he said.
"When did you come here?" I asked him. "A long, long, long time ago," he said, a little sadly. "And you haven't been home in that long time?" Even in the dark I could see that John turned to look
at me.
"My home is so very far away that there was only enough power to bring my ship here with not nearly enough to bring me back again."
"And so you cain't never go home?" I asked, feeling sorry
for him.
"Only inside my mind."
I didn't know what he meant but for some reason I didn't have the heart to make him explain.
"In a way you could say that," he replied. "I mean / am not from there but I'm from a place that is as far away for me as Africa is for you."
"It's even a longer way than Africa is?" "Yes."
"How far is that?"
"There are many, many miles between you and the land of your blood," he said kindly. "So many that if there was a road from the door of this cabin to the place of your ancestors' birth you would have to walk from sunup to sun down every day for a year before you got there."
"That long?" I said in wonder. "And is your home that far too?"
"For each step that you'd take toward Africa I would have to travel a hundred years, and even then once you reached your home I'd still have tens of thousands years yet to go."
My math wasn't too good at that time. The highest num ber I knew was ninety-seven. But I knew a big number when I heard it. So when Tall John from beyond Africa said tens of thousands I knew that he would wear out the soles of his feet before he would ever see his home again. This made me wonder some.
"So if Africa is a year away," I said, "and your home is so much more than that, then how did you get here in the first place?"
Again John smiled. "I used something created by my people called the Sun Ship."
After a while of us being quiet Tall John turned over and went to sleep. For a long time I lay awake looking up into the darkness. As hard as my life as a slave had been I still felt sorry for Tall John from beyond Africa because I knew in my heart that he had come all that way just to find me.
"But what could he want with a nobody like me?" I asked the darkness.
When no answer came I closed my eyes and dreamed of red skies and floating lakes.
8.
I woke up when Champ Noland unlocked my chains. The slave cabin was a terrible shock to me. In my dreams I had been in a faraway land, beyond Africa, where people of every color, even white, lived in harmony and peace. I was there with Mama Flore and Mud Albert and even the taci turn Eighty-four. Even she was smiling and
"Squeeze these as hard as you can in both hands," he told me.
I did what he said and both little pipes burst in my hands. A cold sensation went through my wounds and I shivered there in the hot and smelly cabin.
"Keep your fists clenched like that," John said to me. "Keep them tight and in the morning the infection will be gone."
I held on tight and John put his hand on my shoulder.
"This wax will heal you," he said.
I was feeling good because for the first time since I had come to the slave quarters I wasn't hurting. My hands and my shoulder felt good and I wanted to talk some more.
"What you thinkin' 'bout?" I asked him in the dark.
"My home," he said.
"Where that?" I asked, "Africa?"
I was beginning to think that maybe Mud Albert was right and that boy was actually an African deity come to free the slaves.
"Is that a boat wit' a sun on it?" I asked.
"Not exactly," he whispered.
"What's it like where you're from?" I asked my new
friend.
"My home," he said, "is very different from anything in Georgia or anywhere else on Earth. It has red skies and float ing lakes and many of the animals can speak and use tools." "Horses that can swing a hammah?" I asked. "Like that," he said in the dark. "Yes." "That's crazy talk."
"Here it is," John said, "but on my world everything is different. People are much smaller and they have skin col oring from green to blue to red." "Any white people there?" "Some," he said.
"When did you come here?" I asked him. "A long, long, long time ago," he said, a little sadly. "And you haven't been home in that long time?" Even in the dark I could see that John turned to look
at me.
"My home is so very far away that there was only enough power to bring my ship here with not nearly enough to bring me back again."
"And so you cain't never go home?" I asked, feeling sorry
for him.
"Only inside my mind."
I didn't know what he meant but for some reason I didn't have the heart to make him explain.
"In a way you could say that," he replied. "I mean / am not from there but I'm from a place that is as far away for me as Africa is for you."
"It's even a longer way than Africa is?" "Yes."
"How far is that?"
"There are many, many miles between you and the land of your blood," he said kindly. "So many that if there was a road from the door of this cabin to the place of your ancestors' birth you would have to walk from sunup to sun down every day for a year before you got there."
"That long?" I said in wonder. "And is your home that far too?"
"For each step that you'd take toward Africa I would have to travel a hundred years, and even then once you reached your home I'd still have tens of thousands years yet to go."
My math wasn't too good at that time. The highest num ber I knew was ninety-seven. But I knew a big number when I heard it. So when Tall John from beyond Africa said tens of thousands I knew that he would wear out the soles of his feet before he would ever see his home again. This made me wonder some.
"So if Africa is a year away," I said, "and your home is so much more than that, then how did you get here in the first place?"
Again John smiled. "I used something created by my people called the Sun Ship."
After a while of us being quiet Tall John turned over and went to sleep. For a long time I lay awake looking up into the darkness. As hard as my life as a slave had been I still felt sorry for Tall John from beyond Africa because I knew in my heart that he had come all that way just to find me.
"But what could he want with a nobody like me?" I asked the darkness.
When no answer came I closed my eyes and dreamed of red skies and floating lakes.
8.
I woke up when Champ Noland unlocked my chains. The slave cabin was a terrible shock to me. In my dreams I had been in a faraway land, beyond Africa, where people of every color, even white, lived in harmony and peace. I was there with Mama Flore and Mud Albert and even the taci turn Eighty-four. Even she was smiling and
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