And hide me, please, too." Then she mounted her horse, and went on her way.
It was a long and weary way.

It reached over mountains and through valleys, across winding, turbulent streams and broad rivers that had few bridges.

The rivers twice led her further south than she meant to go, in her ignorance.

She had always felt that Philadelphia was straight ahead east, as straight as one could go to the heart of the sun.
Night after night she lay down in strange homes, some poorer and more forlorn than others; and day after day she took up her lonely travel again.
Gradually, as the days lengthened, and mountains piled themselves behind her, and rivers stretched like barriers between, she grew less and less to dread her pursuers, and more and more to look forward to the future.

It seemed so long a way! Would it never end?
Once she asked a man whether he knew where Philadelphia was.