Saturday, August 28, 2010
John Henry began running as fast as he could, and before he knew it he was on a large hill. He ran across its slope as much as he could without sliding. It was slanted against a black sky in the distance. He tried to run without falling down the slope leading behind him every 5 minutes. He heard footsteps at this point but saw no one. He held on to parts of the dry brown clay while his feet tried to keep up. Finally he was at the bottom.