Nate let the paper curl again and placed it in a drawer of the nightstand. He stood up and put the books back in their boxes. When he was done, he put them in the closet and then brought the ones from the library downstairs, but he kept the U through W encyclopedia. The note must have been about the Underground Railroad. It seemed like a codified direction. Perhaps knowing more about the UGRR would help decipher its meaning. Too excited to sleep, Nate settled himself with the U encyclopedia on an armchair in the corner of his room. After reading the brief account of the UGRR contained in the volume, he wanted to know the conductors who had managed it. In the library he discovered that the encyclopedias contained information on some of the ones he already knew. John P Parker, Harriet Tubman and Peg Leg Joe had all risked their lives time and time again and made incredible sacrifices. He wondered what the many others were who hadn't made it into the pages of a book. How many of their stories had gone untold? His generation would likely never have been asked to make such a sacrifice, but if they did, how many would answer the call? Before he knew it, daylight peeked out the window. Eventually, Nate went back to bed and slept until his grandfather woke him at eight thirty for breakfast. At the table he asked, "Do your books ever do anything funny?" Nate yawned but was too tired to put any energy into covering his mouth full of cheese grits. “I'm afraid we couldn't ascertain any books inclined towards stand-up comedy,” the grandfather said. “The ones we have sit there until we get around to reading them.” "Funny," Nate said. “As if it were so unusual for things to move on their own in this place.” "Nathan." The grandmother looked at him as if she wanted to check his forehead...... middle of the paper ......en. We'll be back in a few hours." His grandmother got up and went into their bedroom, then came out wearing a hat and gloves. His grandfather jingled his pockets and took out his keys. About a dozen keys hung from the ring of keys. Nate he wondered what they did with all those keys since they never locked anything. "Nathan," Grandma said, "would you please tidy up the kitchen while we're gone?" "Of course, Nate followed them to the hall he turned and frowned down the driveway, his grandparents were driving thirty-five miles into town to pick up a package for the reverend. Except the reverend was already in town. Why couldn't he collect his package? He shook his head and ran up the stairs to get dressed for the hike.