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Title: Father Henson's Story of His Own Life - Truth Stranger Than Fiction
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FATHER HENSON'S STORY
OF HIS OWN LIFE.


[Illustration: Josiah Henson]



TRUTH STRANGER THAN FICTION.

FATHER HENSON'S STORY
OF
HIS OWN LIFE.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY MRS. H. B. STOWE.

BOSTON:
JOHN P. JEWETT AND COMPANY.

CLEVELAND, OHIO:
HENRY P. B. JEWETT.

1858.



Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1858, by
JOHN P. JEWETT AND COMPANY,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court
for the District of Massachusetts


LITHOTYPED BY COWLES AND COMPANY,
17 WASHINGTON STREET,
BOSTON.

Press of Geo. C. Rand & Avery.



PREFACE.


The numerous friends of the author of this little work will need no
greater recommendation than his name to make it welcome. Among all
the singular and interesting records to which the institution of
American slavery has given rise, we know of none more striking, more
characteristic and instructive, than that of JOSIAH HENSON.

Born a slave--a slave in effect in a heathen land--and under a heathen
master, he grew up without Christian light or knowledge, and like
the Gentiles spoken of by St. Paul, "without the law did by nature
the things that are written in the law." One sermon, one offer of
salvation by Christ, was sufficient for him, as for the Ethiopian
eunuch, to make him at once a believer from the heart and a preacher
of Jesus.

To the great Christian doctrine of forgiveness of enemies and the
returning of good for evil, he was by God's grace made a faithful
witness, under circumstances that try men's souls and make us all
who read it say, "lead us not into such temptation." We earnestly
commend this portion of his narrative to those who, under much smaller
temptations, think themselves entitled to render evil for evil.

The African race appear as yet to have been companions only of the
sufferings of Christ. In the melancholy scene of his death--while
Europe in the person of the Roman delivered him unto death, and Asia
in the person of the Jew clamored for his execution--Africa was
represented in the person of Simon the Cyrenean, who came patiently
bearing after him the load of the cross; and ever since then poor
Africa has been toiling on, bearing the weary cross of contempt and
oppression after Jesus. But they who suffer with him shall also reign;
and when the unwritten annals of slavery shall appear in the judgment,
many Simons who have gone meekly bearing their cross after Jesus to
unknown graves, shall rise to thrones and crowns! Verily a day shall
come when he shall appear for these his hidden ones, and then "many
that are last shall be first, and the first shall be last."

Our excellent friend has prepared this edition of his works for the
purpose of redeeming from slavery a beloved brother, who has groaned
for many years under the yoke of a hard master. Whoever would help
Jesus, were he sick or in prison, may help him now in the person of
these his little ones, his afflicted and suffering children. The work
is commended to the kind offices of all who love our Lord Jesus Christ
in sincerity.

          H. B. STOWE.

    ANDOVER, MASS., April 5, 1858.



CONTENTS.


CHAPTER I.

MY BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD.

Earliest memories.--Born in Maryland.--My father's
first appearance.--Attempted outrage on my mother.--My
father's fight with an overseer.--One hundred
stripes and his ear cut off.--Throws away his banjo
and becomes morose.--Sold South,                                 1


CHAPTER II.

MY FIRST GREAT TRIAL.

Origin of my name.--A kind master.--He is drowned.--My
mother's prayers.--A slave auction.--Torn
from my mother.--Severe sickness.--A cruel master.--Sold
again and restored to my mother,                                 8


CHAPTER III.

MY BOYHOOD AND YOUTH.

Early employment.--Slave-life.--Food, lodging,
clothing.--Amusements.--Gleams of sunshine.--My
knight-errantry.--Become an overseer and general
superintendent,                                                 16


CHAPTER IV.

MY CONVERSION.

A good man.--Hear a sermon for the first time.--Its
effects upon me.--Prayer and communion.--Its first
fruits,                                                         25


CHAPTER V.

MAIMED FOR LIFE.

Taking care of my drunken master.--His fight with an
overseer.--Rescue him.--Am terribly beaten by the
overseer.--My master seeks redress at law, but
fails.--Sufferings then and since.--Retain my post as
superintendent,                                                 31


CHAPTER VI.

A RESPONSIBLE JOURNEY.

My marriage.--Marriage of my master.--His ruin.--Comes
to me for aid.--A great enterprise undertaken.--Long
and successful journey.--Incidents by the
way.--Struggle between inclination and duty.--Duty
triumphant,                                                     42


CHAPTER VII.

A NEW HOME.

Become a Methodist preacher.--My poor companions
sold.--My agony.--Sent for again.--Interview with
a kind Methodist preacher.--Visit free soil and begin
my struggle for freedom,                                        55


CHAPTER VIII.

RETURN TO MARYLAND.

Reception from my old master.--A slave again.--Appeal
to an old friend.--Buy my freedom.--Cheated and
betrayed.--Back to Kentucky, and a slave again,                 66


CHAPTER IX.

TAKEN SOUTH, AWAY FROM WIFE AND CHILDREN.

Start for New Orleans.--Study navigation on the
Mississippi.--The captain struck blind.--Find some
of my old companions.--The lower depths,                        79


CHAPTER X.

A TERRIBLE TEMPTATION.

Sigh for death.--A murder in my heart.--The axe
raised.--Conscience speaks and I am saved.--God
be praised!                                                     86


CHAPTER XI.

PROVIDENTIAL DELIVERANCE.

Offered for sale.--Examined by purchasers.--Plead
with my young master in vain.--Man's extremity,
God's opportunity.--Good for evil.--Return North.--My
increased value.--Resolve to be a slave no longer,              93


CHAPTER XII.

ESCAPE FROM BONDAGE.

Solitary Musings.--Preparations for flight.--A long
good-night to master.--A dark night on the river.--Night
journeys in Indiana.--On the brink of starvation.--A
kind woman.--A new style of drinking cup.--Reach
Cincinnati,                                                     102


CHAPTER XIII.

JOURNEY TO CANADA.

Good Samaritans.--Alone in the wilderness.--Meet
some Indians.--Reach Sandusky.--Another friend.--All
aboard.--Buffalo.--A "free nigger."--Frenzy of joy
on reaching Canada,                                            113


CHAPTER XIV.

NEW SCENES AND A NEW HOME.

A poor man in a strange land.--Begin to acquire
property.--Resume preaching.--Boys go to school.--What
gave me a desire to learn to read.--A day of
prayer in the woods,                                           128


CHAPTER XV.

LIFE IN CANADA.

Condition of the blacks in Canada.--A tour of
exploration.--Appeal to the Legislature.--Improvements,        138


CHAPTER XVI.

CONDUCTING SLAVES TO CANADA.

Sympathy for the slaves.--James Lightfoot.--My first
mission to the South.--A Kentucky company of
fugitives.--Safe at home,                                      144


CHAPTER XVII.

SECOND JOURNEY ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

A shower of stars.--Kentuckians.--A stratagem.--A
providence.--Conducted across the Miami River by a
cow.--Arrival at Cincinnati.--One of the party taken
ill.--We leave him to die.--Meet a "friend."--A poor
white man.--A strange impression.--Once more in Canada,        150


CHAPTER XVIII.

HOME AT DAWN.

Condition in Canada.--Efforts in behalf of my
people.--Rev. Mr. Wilson.--A convention of
blacks.--Manual-labor school,                                  165


CHAPTER XIX.

LUMBERING OPERATIONS.

Industrial project.--Find some able friends in
Boston.--Procure funds and construct a saw-mill.--Sales
of lumber in Boston.--Incident in the Custom House,            173


CHAPTER XX.

VISIT TO ENGLAND.

Debt on the institution.--A new pecuniary
enterprise.--Letters of recommendation to
England.--Personal difficulties.--Called an
impostor.--Triumphant victory over these troubles,             179


CHAPTER XXI.

THE WORLD'S FAIR IN LONDON.

My contribution to the great exhibition.--Difficulty
with the American superintendent.--Happy release.--The
great crowd.--A call from the Queen.--Medal awarded to me,      187


CHAPTER XXII.

VISITS TO THE RAGGED SCHOOLS.

Speech at Sunday School Anniversary.--Interview with
Lord Grey.--Interview with the Archbishop of Canterbury,
and dinner with Lord John Russell, the great events of
my life,                                                       194


CHAPTER XXIII.

CLOSING UP MY LONDON AGENCY.

My narrative published.--Letter from home apprising
me of the sickness of my wife.--Departure from
London.--Arrival at home.--Meeting with my family.--The
great sorrow of my life, the death of my wife,                 203


CHAPTER XXIV.

CLOSING CHAPTER.

Containing an accurate account of the past and present
condition of the fugitive slaves in Canada, with some
remarks on their future prospects,                             209



FATHER HENSON'S STORY
OF
HIS OWN LIFE.



CHAPTER I.

MY BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD.

     EARLIEST MEMORIES.--BORN IN MARYLAND.--MY FATHER'S FIRST
     APPEARANCE.--ATTEMPTED OUTRAGE ON MY MOTHER.--MY FATHER'S
     FIGHT WITH AN OVERSEER.--ONE HUNDRED STRIPES AND HIS EAR
     CUT OFF.--THROWS AWAY HIS BANJO AND BECOMES MOROSE.--SOLD
     SOUTH.


The story of my life, which I am about to record, is one full
of striking incident. Keener pangs, deeper joys, more singular
vicissitudes, few have been led in God's providence to experience.
As I look back on it through the vista of more than sixty years, and
scene on scene it rises before me, an ever fresh wonder fills my
mind. I delight to recall it. I dwell on it as did the Jews on the
marvellous history of their rescue from the bondage of Egypt. Time
has touched with its mellowing fingers its sterner features. The
sufferings of the past are now like a dream, and the enduring lessons
left behind make me to praise God that my soul has been tempered by
him in so fiery a furnace and under such heavy blows.

I was born June 15th, 1789, in Charles county, Maryland, on a farm
belonging to Mr. Francis Newman, about a mile from Port Tobacco. My
mother was a slave of Dr. Josiah McPherson, but hired to the Mr.
Newman to whom my father belonged. The only incident I can remember
which occurred while my mother continued on Mr. Newman's farm, was
the appearance one day of my father with his head bloody and his back
lacerated. He was beside himself with mingled rage and suffering. The
explanation I picked up from the conversation of others only partially
explained the matter to my mind; but as I grew older I understood it
all. It seemed the overseer had sent my mother away from the other
field hands to a retired place, and after trying persuasion in vain,
had resorted to force to accomplish a brutal purpose. Her screams
aroused my father at his distant work, and running up, he found his
wife struggling with the man. Furious at the sight, he sprung upon
him like a tiger. In a moment the overseer was down, and, mastered by
rage, my father would have killed him but for the entreaties of my
mother, and the overseer's own promise that nothing should ever be
said of the matter. The promise was kept--like most promises of the
cowardly and debased--as long as the danger lasted.

The laws of slave states provide means and opportunities for revenge
so ample, that miscreants like him never fail to improve them. "A
nigger has struck a white man;" that is enough to set a whole county
on fire; no question is asked about the provocation. The authorities
were soon in pursuit of my father. The fact of the sacrilegious act
of lifting a hand against the sacred temple of a white man's body--a
profanity as blasphemous in the eye of a slave-state tribunal as
was among the Jews the entrance of a Gentile dog into the Holy of
Holies--this was all it was necessary to establish. And the penalty
followed: one hundred lashes on the bare back, and to have the right
ear nailed to the whipping-post, and then severed from the body. For a
time my father kept out of the way, hiding in the woods, and at night
venturing into some cabin in search of food. But at length the strict
watch set baffled all his efforts. His supplies cut off, he was fairly
starved out, and compelled by hunger to come back and give himself up.

The day for the execution of the penalty was appointed. The negroes
from the neighboring plantations were summoned, for their moral
improvement, to witness the scene. A powerful blacksmith named Hewes
laid on the stripes. Fifty were given, during which the cries of my
father might be heard a mile, and then a pause ensued. True, he had
struck a white man, but as valuable property he must not be damaged.
Judicious men felt his pulse. Oh! he could stand the whole. Again and
again the thong fell on his lacerated back. His cries grew fainter and
fainter, till a feeble groan was the only response to the final blows.
His head was then thrust against the post, and his right ear fastened
to it with a tack; a swift pass of a knife, and the bleeding member
was left sticking to the place. Then came a hurra from the degraded
crowd, and the exclamation, "That's what he's got for striking a white
man." A few said, "it's a damned shame;" but the majority regarded it
as but a proper tribute to their offended majesty.

It may be difficult for you, reader, to comprehend such brutality, and
in the name of humanity you may protest against the truth of these
statements. To you, such cruelty inflicted on a man seems fiendish.
Ay, on a _man_; there hinges the whole. In the estimation of the
illiterate, besotted poor whites who constituted the witnesses of such
scenes in Charles County, Maryland, the man who did not feel rage
enough at hearing of "a nigger" striking a white to be ready to burn
him alive, was only fit to be lynched out of the neighborhood. A blow
at one white man is a blow at all; is the muttering and upheaving of
volcanic fires, which underlie and threaten to burst forth and utterly
consume the whole social fabric. Terror is the fiercest nurse of
cruelty. And when, in this our day, you find tender English women and
Christian English divines fiercely urging that India should be made
one pool of Sepoy blood, pause a moment before you lightly refuse to
believe in the existence of such ferocious passions in the breasts of
tyrannical and cowardly slave-drivers.

Previous to this affair my father, from all I can learn, had been
a good-humored and light-hearted man, the ringleader in all fun at
corn-huskings and Christmas buffoonery. His banjo was the life of
the farm, and all night long at a merry-making would he play on it
while the other negroes danced. But from this hour he became utterly
changed. Sullen, morose, and dogged, nothing could be done with
him. The milk of human kindness in his heart was turned to gall. He
brooded over his wrongs. No fear or threats of being sold to the far
south--the greatest of all terrors to the Maryland slave--would render
him tractable. So off he was sent to Alabama. What was his after fate
neither my mother nor I have ever learned; the great day will reveal
all. This was the first chapter in my history.



CHAPTER II.

MY FIRST GREAT TRIAL.

     ORIGIN OF MY NAME.--A KIND MASTER.--HE IS DROWNED.--MY
     MOTHER'S PRAYERS.--A SLAVE AUCTION.--TORN FROM MY
     MOTHER.--SEVERE SICKNESS.--A CRUEL MASTER.--SOLD AGAIN AND
     RESTORED TO MY MOTHER.


After the sale of my father by Newman, Dr. McPherson would no longer
hire out my mother to him. She returned, accordingly, to his estate.
He was far kinder to his slaves than the planters generally were,
never suffering them to be struck by any one. He was a man of good,
kind impulses, liberal, jovial, hearty. No degree of arbitrary power
could ever lead him to cruelty. As the first negro-child ever born
to him, I was his especial pet. He gave me his own Christian name,
Josiah, and with that he also gave me my last name, Henson, after
an uncle of his, who was an officer in the Revolutionary war. A
bright spot in my childhood was my residence with him--bright, but,
alas! fleeting. Events were rapidly maturing which were to change the
whole aspect of my life. The kind Doctor was not exempt from that
failing which too often besets easy, social natures in a dissipated
community. He could not restrain his convivial propensities.
Although he maintained a high reputation for goodness of heart and
an almost saint-like benevolence, the habit of intemperance steadily
gained ground, and finally occasioned his death. Two negroes on the
plantation found him one morning lying dead in the middle of a narrow
stream, not a foot in depth. He had been away the night previous at
a social party, and when returning home had fallen from his horse,
probably, and being too intoxicated to stagger through the stream,
fell and was drowned. "There's the place where massa got drownded at;"
how well I remember having it pointed out to me in those very words.

For two or three years my mother and her young family of six children
had resided on this estate; and we had been in the main very happy.
She was a good mother to us, a woman of deep piety, anxious above all
things to touch our hearts with a sense of religion. How or where she
acquired her knowledge of God, or her acquaintance with the Lord's
Prayer, which she so frequently taught us to repeat, I am unable to
say. I remember seeing her often on her knees, trying to arrange her
thoughts in prayer appropriate to her situation, but which amounted to
little more than constant ejaculations, and the repetition of short
phrases which were within my infant comprehension, and have remained
in my memory to this hour.

Our term of happy union as one family was now, alas! at an end.
Mournful as was the Doctor's death to his friends it was a far greater
calamity to us. The estate and the slaves must be sold and the
proceeds divided among the heirs. We were but property--not a mother,
and the children God had given her.

Common as are slave-auctions in the southern states, and naturally as
a slave may look forward to the time when he will be put up on the
block, still the full misery of the event--of the scenes which precede
and succeed it--is never understood till the actual experience comes.
The first sad announcement that the sale is to be; the knowledge
that all ties of the past are to be sundered; the frantic terror at
the idea of being sent "down south;" the almost certainty that one
member of a family will be torn from another; the anxious scanning of
purchasers' faces; the agony at parting, often forever, with husband,
wife, child--these must be seen and felt to be fully understood. Young
as I was then, the iron entered into my soul. The remembrance of the
breaking up of McPherson's estate is photographed in its minutest
features in my mind. The crowd collected round the stand, the huddling
group of negroes, the examination of muscle, teeth, the exhibition of
agility, the look of the auctioneer, the agony of my mother--I can
shut my eyes and see them all.

My brothers and sisters were bid off first, and one by one, while
my mother, paralyzed by grief, held me by the hand. Her turn came,
and she was bought by Isaac Riley of Montgomery county. Then I was
offered to the assembled purchasers. My mother, half distracted with
the thought of parting forever from all her children, pushed through
the crowd, while the bidding for me was going on, to the spot where
Riley was standing. She fell at his feet, and clung to his knees,
entreating him in tones that a mother only could command, to buy her
_baby_ as well as herself, and spare to her one, at least, of her
little ones. Will it, can it be believed that this man, thus appealed
to, was capable not merely of turning a deaf ear to her supplication,
but of disengaging himself from her with such violent blows and kicks,
as to reduce her to the necessity of creeping out of his reach, and
mingling the groan of bodily suffering with the sob of a breaking
heart? As she crawled away from the brutal man I heard her sob out,
"Oh, Lord Jesus, how long, how long shall I suffer this way!" I must
have been then between five and six years old. I seem to see and hear
my poor weeping mother now. This was one of my earliest observations
of men; an experience which I only shared with thousands of my race,
the bitterness of which to any individual who suffers it cannot be
diminished by the frequency of its recurrence, while it is dark enough
to overshadow the whole after-life with something blacker than a
funeral pall.

I was bought by a stranger named Robb, and truly a robber he was to
me. He took me to his home, about forty miles distant, and put me
into his negro quarters with about forty others, of all ages, colors,
and conditions, all strangers to me. Of course nobody cared for me.
The slaves were brutalized by this degradation, and had no sympathy
for me. I soon fell sick, and lay for some days almost dead on the
ground. Sometimes a slave would give me a piece of corn bread or a bit
of herring. Finally I became so feeble that I could not move. This,
however, was fortunate for me; for in the course of a few weeks Robb
met Riley, who had bought my mother, and offered to sell me to him
cheap. Riley said he was afraid "the little devil would die," and he
did not want to buy a "dead nigger;" but he agreed, finally, to pay a
small sum for me in horse-shoeing if I lived, and nothing if I died.
Robb was a tavern keeper, and owned a line of stages with the horses,
and lived near Montgomery court-house; Riley carried on blacksmithing
about five miles from that place. This clenched the bargain, and I
was soon sent to my mother. A blessed change it was. I had been lying
on a lot of rags thrown on a dirt floor. All day long I had been left
alone, crying for water, crying for mother; the slaves, who all left
at daylight, when they returned, caring nothing for me. Now, I was
once more with my best friend on earth, and under her care; destitute
as she was of the proper means of nursing me, I recovered my health,
and grew to be an uncommonly vigorous boy and man.

The character of Riley, the master whom I faithfully served for many
years, is by no means an uncommon one in any part of the world; the
evil is, that a domestic institution should anywhere put it in the
power of such a one to tyrannize over his fellow beings, and inflict
so much needless misery as is sure to be inflicted by such a man in
such a position. Coarse and vulgar in his habits, unprincipled and
cruel in his general deportment, and especially addicted to the vice
of licentiousness, his slaves had little opportunity for relaxation
from wearying labor, were supplied with the scantiest means of
sustaining their toil by necessary food, and had no security for
personal rights. The natural tendency of slavery is to convert the
master into a tyrant, and the slave into the cringing, treacherous,
false, and thieving victim of tyranny. Riley and his slaves were no
exception to the general rule, but might be cited as apt illustrations
of the nature of the relation.



CHAPTER III.

MY BOYHOOD AND YOUTH.

     EARLY EMPLOYMENT.--SLAVE-LIFE.--FOOD, LODGING,
     CLOTHING.--AMUSEMENTS.--GLEAMS OF SUNSHINE.--MY
     KNIGHT-ERRANTRY.--BECOME AN OVERSEER AND GENERAL
     SUPERINTENDENT.


My earliest employments were, to carry buckets of water to the men at
work, and to hold a horse-plough, used for weeding between the rows
of corn. As I grew older and taller, I was entrusted with the care
of master's saddle-horse. Then a hoe was put into my hands, and I
was soon required to do the day's work of a man; and it was not long
before I could do it, at least as well as my associates in misery.

The every-day life of a slave on one of our southern plantations,
however frequently it may have been described, is generally little
understood at the north; and must be mentioned as a necessary
illustration of the character and habits of the slave and the
slaveholder, created and perpetuated by their relative position. The
principal food of those upon my master's plantation consisted of
corn-meal, and salt herrings; to which was added in summer a little
buttermilk, and the few vegetables which each might raise for himself
and his family, on the little piece of ground which was assigned to
him for the purpose, called a truck patch.

In ordinary times we had two regular meals in a day:--breakfast at
twelve o'clock, after laboring from daylight, and supper when the work
of the remainder of the day was over. In harvest season we had three.
Our dress was of tow-cloth; for the children nothing but a shirt; for
the older ones a pair of pantaloons or a gown in addition, according
to the sex. Besides these, in the winter a round jacket or overcoat,
a wool hat once in two or three years, for the males, and a pair of
coarse shoes once a year.

We lodged in log huts, and on the bare ground. Wooden floors were an
unknown luxury. In a single room were huddled, like cattle, ten or
a dozen persons, men, women and children. All ideas of refinement
and decency were, of course, out of the question. There were neither
bedsteads, nor furniture of any description. Our beds were collections
of straw and old rags, thrown down in the corners and boxed in with
boards; a single blanket the only covering. Our favorite way of
sleeping, however, was on a plank, our heads raised on an old jacket
and our feet toasting before the smouldering fire. The wind whistled
and the rain and snow blew in through the cracks, and the damp earth
soaked in the moisture till the floor was miry as a pig-sty. Such were
our houses. In these wretched hovels were we penned at night, and fed
by day; here were the children born and the sick--neglected.

Notwithstanding this system of management I grew to be a robust and
vigorous lad. At fifteen years of age there were few who could
compete with me in work or sport. I was as lively as a young buck, and
running over with animal spirits. I could run faster, wrestle better,
and jump higher than anybody about me, and at an evening shakedown in
our own or a neighbor's kitchen, my feet became absolutely invisible
from the rate at which they moved. All this caused my master and my
fellow slaves to look upon me as a wonderfully smart fellow, and
prophecy the great things I should do when I became a man. My vanity
became vastly inflamed, and I fully coincided in their opinion.
Julius Cæsar never aspired and plotted for the imperial crown more
ambitiously than did I to out-hoe, out-reap, out-husk, out-dance,
out-everything every competitor; and from all I can learn he never
enjoyed his triumph half as much. One word of commendation from the
petty despot who ruled over us would set me up for a month.

I have no desire to represent the life of slavery as an experience
of nothing but misery. God be praised, that however hedged in by
circumstances, the joyful exuberance of youth will bound at times over
them all. Ours is a light-hearted race. The sternest and most covetous
master cannot frighten or whip the fun out of us; certainly old Riley
never did out of me. In those days I had many a merry time, and would
have had, had I lived with nothing but moccasins and rattle-snakes
in Okafenoke swamp. Slavery did its best to make me wretched; I feel
no particular obligation to it; but nature, or the blessed God of
youth and joy, was mightier than slavery. Along with memories of miry
cabins, frosted feet, weary toil under the blazing sun, curses and
blows, there flock in others, of jolly Christmas times, dances before
old massa's door for the first drink of egg-nog, extra meat at holiday
times, midnight visits to apple orchards, broiling stray chickens, and
first-rate tricks to dodge work. The God who makes the pup gambol, and
the kitten play, and the bird sing, and the fish leap, was the author
in me of many a light-hearted hour. True it was, indeed, that the fun
and freedom of Christmas, at which time my master relaxed his front,
was generally followed up by a portentous back-action, under which he
drove and cursed worse than ever; still the fun and freedom were fixed
facts; we had had them and he could not help it.

Besides these pleasant memories I have others of a deeper and richer
kind. I early learned to employ my spirit of adventure for the benefit
of my fellow-sufferers. The condition of the male slave is bad enough;
but that of the female, compelled to perform unfit labor, sick,
suffering, and bearing the peculiar burdens of her own sex unpitied
and unaided, as well as the toils which belong to the other, is one
that must arouse the spirit of sympathy in every heart not dead to
all feeling. The miseries which I saw many of the women suffer often
oppressed me with a load of sorrow. No _white_ knight, rescuing
white fair ones from cruel oppression, ever felt the throbbing of a
chivalrous heart more intensely than I, a _black_ knight, did, in
running down a chicken in an out-of-the way place to hide till dark,
and then carry to some poor overworked black fair one, to whom it was
at once food, luxury, and medicine. No Scotch borderer, levying black
mail or sweeping off a drove of cattle, ever felt more assured of the
justice of his act than I of mine, in driving a mile or two into the
woods a pig or a sheep, and slaughtering it for the good of those
whom Riley was starving. I felt good, moral, heroic. The beautiful
combination of a high time and a benevolent act--the harmonious
interplay of nature and grace--was absolutely entrancing. I felt then
the excellency of a sentiment I have since found expressed in a hymn:

    "Religion never was designed
    To make our pleasures less."

Was this wrong? I can only say in reply, that, at this distance of
time, my conscience does not reproach me for it. Then I esteemed it
among the best of my deeds. It was my training in the luxury of doing
good, in the divinity of a sympathetic heart, in the righteousness of
indignation against the cruel and oppressive. There and then was my
soul made conscious of its heavenly original. This, too, was all the
chivalry of which my circumstances and condition in life admitted. I
love the sentiment in its splendid environment of castles, and tilts,
and gallantry; but having fallen on other times, I love it also in the
homely guise of Sambo as Paladin, Dinah as outraged maiden, and old
Riley as grim oppressor.

By means of the influence thus acquired, the increased amount of
work thus done upon the farm, and by the detection of the knavery of
the overseer, who plundered his employer for more selfish ends, and
through my watchfulness was caught in the act and dismissed, I was
promoted to be superintendent of the farm work, and managed to raise
more than double the crops, with more cheerful and willing labor, than
was ever seen on the estate before.

Yes, I was now practically overseer. My pride and ambition had made me
master of every kind of farm work. But like all ambition its reward
was increase of burdens. The crops of wheat, oats, barley, potatoes,
corn, tobacco, all had to be cared for by me. I was often compelled to
start at midnight with the wagon for the distant market, to drive on
through mud and rain till morning, sell the produce, reach home hungry
and tired, and nine times out of ten reap my sole reward in curses for
not getting higher prices. My master was a fearful blasphemer. Clearly
as he saw my profitableness to him, he was too much of a brute, and
too great a fool through his brutality, to reward me with kindness
or even decent treatment. Previous to my attaining this important
station, however, an incident occurred which produced so powerful an
influence on my intellectual development, my prospect of improvement
in character, as well as condition, my chance of religious culture,
and in short, on my whole nature, body and soul, that it deserves
especial notice and commemoration. This, however, requires another
chapter.



CHAPTER IV.

MY CONVERSION.

     A GOOD MAN.--HEAR A SERMON FOR THE FIRST TIME.--ITS EFFECT
     UPON ME.--PRAYER AND COMMUNION.--ITS FIRST FRUITS.


My heart exults with gratitude when I mention the name of a good
man who first taught me the blessedness of religion. His name was
John McKenny. He lived at Georgetown, a few miles only from Riley's
plantation; his business was that of a baker, and his character was
that of an upright, benevolent Christian. He was noted especially
for his detestation of slavery, and his resolute avoidance of the
employment of slave labor in his business. He would not even hire
a slave, the price of whose toil must be paid to his master, but
contented himself with the work of his own hands, and with such free
labor as he could procure. His reputation was high, not only for this
almost singular abstinence from what no one about him thought wrong,
but for his general probity and excellence. This man occasionally
served as a minister of the Gospel, and preached in a neighborhood
where preachers were somewhat rare at that period. One Sunday when he
was to officiate in this way, at a place three or four miles distant,
my mother urged me to ask master's permission to go and hear him. I
had so often been beaten for making such a request that I refused to
make it. She still persisted, telling me that I could never become a
Christian if I minded beatings--that I must take up my cross and bear
it. She was so grieved at my refusal that she wept. To gratify her I
concluded to try the experiment, and accordingly went to my master
and asked permission to attend the meeting. Although such permission
was not given freely or often, yet his favor to me was shown for this
once by allowing me to go, without much scolding, but not without
a pretty distinct intimation of what would befall me if I did not
return immediately after the close of the service. I hurried off,
pleased with the opportunity, but without any definite expectations of
benefit or amusement; for up to this period of my life, and I was then
eighteen years old, I had never heard a sermon, nor any discourse or
conversation whatever, upon religious topics, except what I had heard
from my mother, on the responsibility of all to a Supreme Being. When
I arrived at the place of meeting, the services were so far advanced
that the speaker was just beginning his discourse, from the text,
Hebrews ii. 9: "That he, by the grace of God, should taste of death
for every man." This was the first text of the Bible to which I had
ever listened, knowing it to be such. I have never forgotten it, and
scarcely a day has passed since, in which I have not recalled it, and
the sermon that was preached from it.

The divine character of Jesus Christ, his tender love for mankind,
his forgiving spirit his compassion for the outcast and despised,
his cruel crucifixion and glorious ascension, were all depicted, and
some of the points were dwelt on with great power; great, at least,
to me, who then heard of these things for the first time in my life.
Again and again did the preacher reiterate the words "_for every
man_." These glad tidings, this salvation, were not for the benefit
of a select few only. They were for the slave as well as the master,
the poor as well as the rich, for the persecuted, the distressed, the
heavy-laden, the captive; for me among the rest, a poor, despised,
abused creature, deemed of others fit for nothing but unrequited
toil--but mental and bodily degradation. O, the blessedness and
sweetness of feeling that I was LOVED! I would have died
that moment, with joy, for the compassionate Saviour about whom I
was hearing. "He loves me," "he looks down in compassion from heaven
on me," "he died to save my soul," "he'll welcome me to the skies,"
I kept repeating to myself. I was transported with delicious joy. I
seemed to see a glorious being, in a cloud of splendor, smiling down
from on high. In sharp contrast with the experience of the contempt
and brutality of my earthly master, I basked in the sunshine of the
benignity of this divine being. "He'll be my dear refuge--he'll wipe
away all tears from my eyes." "Now I can bear all things; nothing will
seem hard after this." I felt sorry that "Massa Riley" didn't know
him, sorry he should live such a coarse, wicked, cruel life. Swallowed
up in the beauty of the divine love, I loved my enemies, and prayed
for them that did despitefully use and entreat me.

Revolving the things which I had heard in my mind as I went home, I
became so excited that I turned aside from the road into the woods,
and prayed to God for light and for aid with an earnestness, which,
however unenlightened, was at least sincere and heartfelt; and which
the subsequent course of my life has led me to imagine was acceptable
to Him who heareth prayer. At all events, I date my conversion, and
my awakening to a new life--a consciousness of power and a destiny
superior to any thing I had before conceived of--from this day, so
memorable to me. I used every means and opportunity of inquiry into
religious matters; and so deep was my conviction of their superior
importance to every thing else, so clear my perception of my own
faults, and so undoubting my observation of the darkness and sin that
surrounded me, that I could not help talking much on these subjects
with those about me; and it was not long before I began to pray with
them, and exhort them, and to impart to the poor slaves those little
glimmerings of light from another world, which had reached my own eye.
In a few years I became quite an esteemed preacher among them, and I
will not believe it is vanity which leads me to think I was useful to
some.

I must return, however, for the present, to the course of my life
in secular affairs, the facts of which it is my principal object to
relate.



CHAPTER V.

MAIMED FOR LIFE.

     TAKING CARE OF MY DRUNKEN MASTER.--HIS FIGHT WITH
     AN OVERSEER.--RESCUE HIM.--AM TERRIBLY BEATEN BY
     THE OVERSEER.--MY MASTER SEEKS REDRESS AT LAW, BUT
     FAILS.--SUFFERINGS THEN AND SINCE.--RETAIN MY POST AS
     SUPERINTENDENT.


The difference between the manner in which it was designed that all
men should regard one another as children of the same Father, and the
manner in which men actually do treat each other, as if they were
placed here for mutual annoyance and destruction, is well exemplified
by an incident that happened to me within a year or two from this
period; that is, when I was nineteen or twenty years old. My master's
habits were such as were common enough among the dissipated planters
of the neighborhood; and one of their frequent practices was to
assemble on Saturday or Sunday, which were their holidays, and gamble,
run horses, or fight game-cocks, discuss politics, and drink whiskey
and brandy and water all day long. Perfectly aware that they would
not be able to find their own way home at night, each one ordered his
body-servant to come after him and help him home. I was chosen for
this confidential duty by my master; and many is the time I have held
him on his horse, when he could not hold himself in the saddle, and
walked by his side in darkness and mud from the tavern to his house.
Of course, quarrels and brawls of the most violent description were
frequent consequences of these meetings; and whenever they became
especially dangerous, and glasses were thrown, dirks drawn, and
pistols fired, it was the duty of the slaves to rush in, and each
one drag his master from the fight, and carry him home. To tell the
truth, this was a part of my business for which I felt no reluctance.
I was young, remarkably athletic and self-relying, and in such affrays
I carried it with a high hand, and would elbow my way among the
whites,--whom it would have been almost death for me to strike,--seize
my master and drag him out, mount him on his horse, or crowd him into
his buggy, with the ease with which I would handle a bag of corn. I
knew that I was doing for him what he could not do for himself, and
showing my superiority to others, and acquiring their respect in some
degree, at the same time.

On one of these occasions my master got into a quarrel with his
brother's overseer, Bryce Litton. All present sided with Litton
against him, and soon there was a general row. I was sitting, at the
time, out on the front steps of the tavern, and, hearing the scuffle,
rushed in to look after my charge. My master, a stout man and a
terrible bruiser, could generally hold his own in an ordinary general
fight, and clear a handsome space around him; but now he was cornered,
and a dozen were striking at him with fists, crockery, chairs, and
anything that came handy. The moment he saw me he hallooed, "That's
it, Sie! pitch in! show me fair play." It was a rough business, and I
went in roughly, shoving, tripping, and doing my best for the rescue.
With infinite trouble, and many a bruise on my own head and shoulders,
I at length got him out of the room. He was crazy with drink and rage,
and struggled hard with me to get back and renew the fight. But I
managed to force him into his wagon, jump in, and drive off.

By ill-luck, in the height of the scuffle, Bryce Litton got a severe
fall. Whether the whisky he had drank, or a chance shove from me, was
the cause, I am unable to say. He, however, attributed it to me, and
treasured up his vengeance for the first favorable opportunity. The
opportunity soon came.

About a week afterwards I was sent by my master to a place a few miles
distant, on horseback, with some letters. I took a short cut through
a lane, separated by gates from the high road, and bounded by a fence
on each side. This lane passed through some of the farm owned by my
master's brother, and his overseer was in the adjoining field, with
three negroes, when I went by. On my return, half an hour afterwards,
the overseer was sitting on the fence; but I could see nothing of
the black fellows. I rode on, utterly unsuspicious of any trouble;
but as I approached he jumped off the fence, and at the same moment
two of the negroes sprang up from under the bushes where they had
been concealed, and stood with him immediately in front of me, while
the third sprang over the fence just behind me. I was thus enclosed
between what I could no longer doubt were hostile forces. The overseer
seized my horse's bridle, and ordered me to alight, in the usual
elegant phraseology addressed by such men to slaves. I asked what I
was to alight for. "To take the cursedest flogging you ever had in
your life, you d----d black scoundrel." "But what am I to be flogged
for, Mr. L.?" I asked. "Not a word," said he, "but 'light at once, and
take off your jacket." I saw there was nothing else to be done, and
slipped off the horse on the opposite side from him. "Now take off
your shirt," cried he; and as I demurred at this, he lifted a stick he
had in his hand to strike me, but so suddenly and violently that he
frightened the horse, which broke away from him and ran home. I was
thus left without means of escape, to sustain the attacks of four men,
as well as I might. In avoiding Mr. L.'s blow, I had accidentally got
into a corner of the fence, where I could not be approached except in
front. The overseer called upon the negroes to seize me; but they,
knowing something of my physical power, were rather slow to obey. At
length they did their best, and as they brought themselves within my
reach, I knocked them down successively; and one of them trying to
trip up my feet when he was down, I gave him a kick with my heavy
shoe, which knocked out several teeth, and sent him howling away.

Meanwhile Bryce Litton played away on my head with a stick, not heavy
enough, indeed, to knock me down, but drawing blood freely; shouting
all the while, "Won't you give up! won't you give up! you black son
of a bitch!" Exasperated at my defence, he suddenly seized a heavy
fence-rail, and rushed at me to bring matters to a sudden close. The
ponderous blow fell; I lifted my arm to ward it off; the bone cracked
like a pipe-stem, and I fell headlong to the ground. Repeated blows
then rained on my back, till both shoulder-blades were broken, and the
blood gushed copiously from my mouth. In vain the negroes interposed.
"Didn't you see the damned nigger strike me?" Of course they must
say "yes," although the lying coward had avoided close quarters, and
fought with his stick alone. At length, his vengeance satisfied, he
desisted, telling me to learn what it was to strike a white man.

Meanwhile an alarm had been raised at the house by the return of the
horse without his rider, and my master started off with a small party
to learn what the trouble was. When he first saw me he was swearing
with rage. "You've been fighting, you damned nigger!" I told him Bryce
Litton had been beating me, because I shoved him the other night at
the tavern, when they had a fuss. Seeing how much I was injured, he
became still more fearfully mad; and after having me carried home,
mounted his horse and rode over to Montgomery Court House, to enter
a complaint. Little good came of it. Litton swore that when he spoke
to me in the lane, I "sassed" him, jumped off my horse and made at
him, and would have killed him but for the help of his negroes. Of
course no negro's testimony could be admitted against a white man,
and he was acquitted. My master was obliged to pay all the costs of
court; and although he had the satisfaction of calling Litton a liar
and scoundrel, and giving him a tremendous bruising, still even this
partial compensation was rendered less gratifying by what followed,
which was a suit for damages and a heavy fine.

My sufferings after this cruel treatment were intense. Besides my
broken arm and the wounds on my head, I could feel and hear the pieces
of my shoulder-blades grate against each other with every breath.
No physician or surgeon was called to dress my wounds; and I never
knew one to be called on Riley's estate on any occasion whatever. "A
nigger will get well anyway," was a fixed principle of faith, and
facts seemed to justify it. The robust, physical health produced by
a life of out-door labor, made our wounds heal up with as little
inflammation as they do in the case of cattle. I was attended by my
master's sister, Miss Patty, as we called her, the Esculapius of the
plantation. She was a powerful, big-boned woman, who flinched at no
responsibility, from wrenching out teeth to setting bones. I have
seen her go into the house and get a rifle to shoot a furious ox that
the negroes were in vain trying to butcher. She splintered my arm and
bound up my back as well as she knew how. Alas! it was but cobbler's
work. From that day to this I have been unable to raise my hands as
high as my head. It was five months before I could work at all, and
the first time I tried to plough, a hard knock of the colter against
a stone shattered my shoulder-blades again, and gave me even greater
agony than at first. And so I have gone through life maimed and
mutilated. Practice in time enabled me to perform many of the farm
labors with considerable efficiency; but the free, vigorous play of
muscle and arm was gone forever.

My situation as overseer I retained, together with the especial favor
of my master, who was not displeased either with saving the expense of
a large salary for a white superintendent, or with the superior crops
I was able to raise for him. I will not deny that I used his property
more freely than he would have done himself, in supplying his people
with better food; but if I cheated him in this way, in small matters,
it was unequivocally for his own benefit in more important ones; and
I accounted, with the strictest honesty, for every dollar I received
in the sale of the property entrusted to me. Gradually the disposal of
everything raised on the farm,--the wheat, oats, hay, fruit, butter,
and whatever else there might be,--was confided to me, as it was quite
evident that I could and did sell for better prices than any one
else he could employ; and he was quite incompetent to attend to the
business himself. For many years I was his factotum, and supplied him
with all his means for all his purposes, whether they were good or
bad. I had no reason to think highly of his moral character; but it
was my duty to be faithful to him in the position in which he placed
me; and I can boldly declare, before God and man, that I was so. I
forgave him the causeless blows and injuries he had inflicted on me
in childhood and youth, and was proud of the favor he now showed me,
and of the character and reputation I had earned by strenuous and
persevering efforts.



CHAPTER VI.

A RESPONSIBLE JOURNEY.

     MY MARRIAGE.--MARRIAGE OF MY MASTER.--HIS RUIN.--COMES
     TO ME FOR AID.--A GREAT ENTERPRISE UNDERTAKEN.--LONG AND
     SUCCESSFUL JOURNEY.--INCIDENTS BY THE WAY.--STRUGGLE
     BETWEEN INCLINATION AND DUTY.--DUTY TRIUMPHANT.


When I was about twenty-two years of age, I married a very efficient,
and, for a slave, a very well-taught girl, belonging to a neighboring
family, reputed to be pious and kind, whom I first met at the
religious meetings which I attended. She has borne me twelve children,
eight of whom still survive and promise to be the comfort of my
declining years.

Things remained in this condition for a considerable period; my
occupations being to superintend the farming operations, and to sell
the produce in the neighboring markets of Washington and Georgetown.
Many respectable people, yet living there, may possibly have some
recollection of "Siah," or "Sie," (as they used to call me,) as their
market-man; but if they have forgotten me, I remember them with an
honest satisfaction.

After passing his youth in the manner I have mentioned in a general
way, and which I do not wish more particularly to describe, my
master, at the age of forty-five, or upwards, married a young woman
of eighteen, who had some little property, and more thrift. Her
economy was remarkable, and was certainly no addition to the comfort
of the establishment. She had a younger brother, Francis, to whom
Riley was appointed guardian, and who used to complain--not without
reason, I am confident--of the meanness of the provision made for the
household; and he would often come to me, with tears in his eyes,
to tell me he could not get enough to eat. I made him my friend for
life, by sympathising in his emotions and satisfying his appetite,
sharing with him the food I took care to provide for my own family.
He is still living, and, I understand, one of the wealthiest men in
Washington city.

After a time, however, continual dissipation was more than a match for
domestic saving. My master fell into difficulty, and from difficulty
into a lawsuit with a brother-in-law, who charged him with dishonesty
in the management of property confided to him in trust. The lawsuit
was protracted enough to cause his ruin of itself.

Harsh and tyrannical as my master had been, I really pitied him in his
present distress. At times he was dreadfully dejected, at others crazy
with drink and rage. Day after day would he ride over to Montgomery
Court House about his business, and every day his affairs grew more
desperate. He would come into my cabin to tell me how things were
going, but spent the time chiefly in lamenting his misfortunes and
cursing his brother-in-law. I tried to comfort him as best I could. He
had confidence in my fidelity and judgment, and partly through pride,
partly through that divine spirit of love I had learned to worship in
Jesus, I entered with interest into all his perplexities. The poor,
drinking, furious, moaning creature was utterly incapable of managing
his affairs. Shiftlessness, licentiousness and drink had complicated
them as much as actual dishonesty.

One night in the month of January, long after I had fallen asleep,
he came into my cabin and waked me up. I thought it strange, but for
a time he said nothing and sat moodily warming himself at the fire.
Then he began to groan and wring his hands. "Sick, massa?" said I.
He made no reply but kept on moaning. "Can't I help you any way,
massa?" I spoke tenderly, for my heart was full of compassion at his
wretched appearance. At last, collecting himself, he cried, "Oh, Sie!
I'm ruined, ruined, ruined!" "How so, massa?" "They've got judgment
against me, and in less than two weeks every nigger I've got will
be put up and sold." Then he burst into a storm of curses at his
brother-in-law. I sat silent, powerless to utter a word. Pity for him
and terror at the anticipation of my own family's future fate filled
my heart. "And now, Sie," he continued, "there's only one way I can
save anything. You can do it; won't you, won't you?" In his distress
he rose and actually threw his arms around me. Misery had levelled all
distinctions. "If I can do it, massa, I will. What is it?" Without
replying he went on, "won't you, won't you? I raised you, Sie; I made
you overseer; I know I've abused you, Sie, but I didn't mean it."
Still he avoided telling me what he wanted. "Promise me you'll do
it, boy." He seemed resolutely bent on having my promise first, well
knowing from past experience that what I agreed to do I spared no
pains to accomplish. Solicited in this way, with urgency and tears, by
the man whom I had so zealously served for over thirty years, and who
now seemed absolutely dependent upon his slave,--impelled, too, by the
fear which he skilfully awakened, that the sheriff would seize every
one who belonged to him, and that all would be separated, or perhaps
sold to go to Georgia, or Louisiana--an object of perpetual dread
to the slave of the more northern States--I consented, and promised
faithfully to do all I could to save him from the fate impending over
him.

At last the proposition came. "I want you to run away, Sie, to your
master Amos in Kentucky, and take all the servants along with you." I
could not have been more startled had he asked me to go to the moon.
Master Amos was his brother. "Kentucky, massa? Kentucky? I don't know
the way." "O, it's easy enough for a smart fellow like you to find it;
I'll give you a pass and tell you just what to do." Perceiving that
I hesitated, he endeavored to frighten me by again referring to the
terrors of being sold to Georgia.

For two or three hours he continued to urge the undertaking, appealing
to my pride, my sympathies, and my fears, and at last, appalling as it
seemed, I told him I would do my best. There were eighteen negroes,
besides my wife, two children and myself, to transport nearly a
thousand miles, through a country about which I knew nothing, and in
mid-winter--for it was the month of February, 1825. My master proposed
to follow me in a few months, and establish himself in Kentucky.

My mind once made up, I set earnestly about the needful preparations.
They were few and easily made. A one-horse wagon, well stocked
with oats, meal, bacon, for our own and the horse's support, was
soon made ready. My pride was aroused in view of the importance of
my responsibility, and heart and soul I became identified with my
master's project of running off his negroes. The second night after
the scheme was formed we were under way. Fortunately for the success
of the undertaking, these people had long been under my direction, and
were devotedly attached to me in return for the many alleviations I
had afforded to their miserable condition, the comforts I had procured
them, and the consideration I had always manifested for them. Under
these circumstances no difficulty arose from want of submission to my
authority. The dread of being separated, and sold away down south,
should they remain on the old estate, united them as one man, and kept
them patient and alert.

We started from home about eleven o'clock at night, and till the
following noon made no permanent halt. The men trudged on foot, the
children were put into the wagon, and now and then my wife rode for a
while. On we went through Alexandria, Culpepper, Fauquier, Harper's
Ferry, Cumberland, over the mountains on the National Turnpike, to
Wheeling. In all the taverns along the road were regular places for
the droves of negroes continually passing along under the system
of the internal slave trade. In these we lodged, and our lodging
constituted our only expense, for our food we carried with us. To
all who asked questions I showed my master's pass, authorizing me to
conduct his negroes to Kentucky, and often was the encomium of "smart
nigger" bestowed on me, to my immense gratification.

At the places where we stopped for the night, we often met
negro-drivers with their droves, who were almost uniformly kept
chained to prevent them from running away. The inquiry was often
propounded to me by the drivers, "Whose niggers are those?" On being
informed, the next inquiry usually was, "Where are they going?" "To
Kentucky." "Who drives them?" "Well, I have charge of them," was my
reply. "What a smart nigger!" was the usual exclamation, with an oath.
"Will your master sell you? Come in and stop with us." In this way I
was often invited to pass the evening with them in the bar-room; their
negroes, in the meantime, lying chained in the pen, while mine were
scattered around at liberty.

Arriving at Wheeling, in pursuance of the plan laid down by my master,
I sold the horse and wagon, and purchased a large boat, called in that
region a yawl. Our mode of locomotion was now decidedly more agreeable
than tramping along day after day, at the rate we had kept up ever
since leaving home. Very little labor at the oars was necessary. The
tide floated us steadily along, and we had ample leisure to sleep and
recruit our strength.

A new and unexpected trouble now assailed me. On passing along the
Ohio shore, we were repeatedly told by persons conversing with us,
that we were no longer slaves, but free men, if we chose to be so. At
Cincinnati, especially, crowds of colored people gathered round us,
and insisted on our remaining with them. They told us we were fools to
think of going on and surrendering ourselves up to a new owner; that
now we could be our own masters, and put ourselves out of all reach of
pursuit. I saw the people under me were getting much excited. Divided
counsels and signs of insubordination began to manifest themselves.
I began, too, to feel my own resolution giving way. Freedom had ever
been an object of my ambition, though no other means of obtaining
it had occurred to me but purchasing myself. I had never dreamed of
running away. I had a sentiment of honor on the subject. The duties of
the slave to his master as appointed over him in the Lord, I had ever
heard urged by ministers and religious men. It seemed like outright
stealing. And now I felt the devil was getting the upper hand of me.
Strange as all this may seem, I really felt it then. Entrancing as the
idea was, that the coast was clear for a run for freedom, that I might
liberate my companions, might carry off my wife and children, and some
day own a house and land, and be no longer despised and abused--still
my notions of right were against it. I had promised my master to
take his property to Kentucky, and deposit it with his brother Amos.
Pride, too, came in to confirm me. I had undertaken a great thing;
my vanity had been flattered all along the road by hearing myself
praised; I thought it would be a feather in my cap to carry it through
thoroughly; and had often painted the scene in my imagination of
the final surrender of my charge to master Amos, and the immense
admiration and respect with which he would regard me.

Under the influence of these impressions, and seeing that the
allurements of the crowd were producing a manifest effect, I sternly
assumed the captain, and ordered the boat to be pushed off into the
stream. A shower of curses followed me from the shore; but the negroes
under me, accustomed to obey, and, alas! too degraded and ignorant of
the advantages of liberty to know what they were forfeiting, offered
no resistance to my command.

Often since that day has my soul been pierced with bitter anguish
at the thought of having been thus instrumental in consigning to
the infernal bondage of slavery so many of my fellow-beings. I have
wrestled in prayer with God for forgiveness. Having experienced
myself the sweetness of liberty, and knowing too well the after
misery of numbers of many of them, my infatuation has seemed to me
the unpardonable sin. But I console myself with the thought that I
acted according to my best light, though the light that was in me was
darkness. Those were my days of ignorance. I knew not the glory of
free manhood. I knew not that the title-deed of the slave-owner is
robbery and outrage.

What advantages I may have personally lost by thus throwing away an
opportunity of obtaining freedom, I know not; but the perception of my
own strength of character, the feeling of integrity, the sentiment of
high honor, I thus gained by obedience to what I believed right, these
advantages I do know and prize. He that is faithful over a little,
will alone be faithful over much. Before God, I tried to do my best,
and the error of judgment lies at the door of the degrading system
under which I had been nurtured.



CHAPTER VII.

A NEW HOME.

     BECOME A METHODIST PREACHER.--MY POOR COMPANIONS SOLD.--MY
     AGONY.--SENT FOR AGAIN.--INTERVIEW WITH A KIND METHODIST
     PREACHER.--VISIT FREE SOIL AND BEGIN MY STRUGGLE FOR
     FREEDOM.


I arrived at Davis county, Kentucky, about the middle of April,
1825, and delivered myself and my companions to Mr. Amos Riley, the
brother of my owner, who had a large plantation, with from eighty to
one hundred negroes. His house was situated about five miles south
of the Ohio River, and fifteen miles above the Yellow Banks, on Big
Blackfords Creek. There I remained three years, expecting my master
to follow, and was employed meantime on the farm, of which I had the
general management, in consequence of the recommendation for ability
and honesty which I brought with me from Maryland. The situation
was, in many respects, more comfortable than that I had left. The
farm was larger and more fertile, and there was a greater abundance
of food, which is, of course, one of the principal sources of the
comfort of a slave, debarred as he is from so many enjoyments which
other men can obtain. Sufficiency of food is a pretty important item
in any man's account of life; but is tenfold more so in that of the
slave, whose appetite is always stimulated by as much labor as he can
perform, and whose mind is little occupied by thought on subjects of
deeper interest. My post of superintendent gave me some advantages,
too, of which I did not fail to avail myself; particularly with
regard to those religious privileges, which, since I first heard of
Christ and Christianity, had greatly occupied my mind. In Kentucky
the opportunities of attending on the preaching of whites, as well
as of blacks, were more numerous; and partly by attending them, and
the camp-meetings which occurred from time to time, and partly from
studying carefully my own heart, and observing the developments of
character around me, in all the stations of life which I could watch,
I became better acquainted with those religious feelings which are
deeply implanted in the breast of every human being, and learned by
practice how best to arouse them, and keep them excited, how to stir
up the callous and indifferent, and, in general, to produce some good
religious impressions on the ignorant and thoughtless community by
which I was surrounded.

No great amount of theological knowledge is requisite for the purpose.
If it had been, it is manifest enough that preaching never could have
been my vocation; but I am persuaded that, speaking from the fulness
of a heart deeply impressed with its own sinfulness and imperfection,
and with the mercy of God, in Christ Jesus, my humble ministrations
have not been entirely useless to those who have had less opportunity
than myself to reflect upon these all important subjects. It is
certain that I could not refrain from the endeavor to do what I saw
others doing in this field; and I labored at once to improve myself
and those about me in the cultivation of the harvests which ripen
only in eternity. I cannot but derive some satisfaction, too, from
the proofs I have had that my services have been acceptable to those
to whom they have been rendered. In the course of three years, from
1825 to 1828, I availed myself of all the opportunities of improvement
which occurred, and was admitted as a preacher by a Quarterly
Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church.

In the spring of the year 1828, news arrived from my master that
he was unable to induce his wife to accompany him to Kentucky, and
that he must therefore remain where he was. He sent out an agent to
sell all his slaves, except me and my family, and to carry back the
proceeds to him. And now another of those heart-rending scenes was
to be witnessed, which had impressed itself so deeply on my childish
soul. Husbands and wives, parents and children, were to be separated
forever. Affections, which are as strong in the African as in the
European, were to be cruelly disregarded; and the iron selfishness
generated by the hateful "institution," was to be exhibited in its
most odious and naked deformity. I was exempted from a personal share
in the dreadful calamity; but I could not see, without the deepest
grief, the agony which I recollected in my own mother, and which was
again brought before my eyes in the persons with whom I had been long
associated; nor could I refrain from the bitterest feeling of hatred
of the system, and those who sustain it. What else, indeed, can be
the feeling of the slave, liable at every moment of his life to these
frightful and unnecessary calamities, which may be caused by the
caprice of the abandoned, or the supposed necessities of the better
part of the slaveholders, and inflicted upon him without sympathy or
redress, under the sanction of the laws which uphold the institution?

As I surveyed this scene, and listened to the groans and outcries of
my afflicted companions, the torments of hell seized upon me. My eyes
were opened, and the guilty madness of my conduct in preventing them
from availing themselves of the opportunity for acquiring freedom,
which offered itself at Cincinnati, overwhelmed me. This, then, was
the reward and end of all my faithfulness to my master. I had thought
of him only and his interests, not of them or their welfare. Oh! what
would I not have given to have had the chance offered once more! And
now, through me, were they doomed to wear out life miserably in the
hot and pestilential climate of the far south. Death would have been
welcome to me in my agony. From that hour I saw through, hated, and
cursed the whole system of slavery. One absorbing purpose occupied my
soul--freedom, self-assertion, deliverance from the cruel caprices
and fortunes of dissolute tyrants. Once to get away, with my wife
and children, to some spot where I could feel that they were indeed
_mine_--where no grasping master could stand between me and them, as
arbiter of their destiny--was a heaven yearned after with insatiable
longing. For it I stood ready to pray, toil, dissemble, plot like
a fox, and fight like a tiger. All the noble instincts of my soul,
and all the ferocious passions of my animal nature, were aroused and
quickened into vigorous action.

The object of my old master Riley in directing that I and my family
should be exempted from the sale, was a desire on his part to get me
back to Maryland, and employ me in his own service. His best farms had
been taken away from him, and but a few tracts of poor land remained.
After his slaves had been run off, he cultivated these with hired
labor, and month by month grew poorer and more desperate. He had
written to his brother Amos to give me a pass and let me travel back;
but this his brother was reluctant to do, as I saved him the expense
of an overseer, and he moreover knew that no legal steps could be
taken to force him to comply. I knew of all this, but dared not seem
anxious to return, for fear of exciting suspicion.

In the course of the summer of 1828, a Methodist preacher, a most
excellent white man, visited our neighborhood, and I became acquainted
with him. He was soon interested in me, and visited me frequently,
and one day talked to me in a confidential manner about my position.
He said I ought to be free; that I had too much capacity to be
confined to the limited and comparatively useless sphere of a slave;
"and though," said he, "I must not be known to have spoken to you
on this subject, yet if you will obtain Mr. Amos's consent to go to
see your old master in Maryland, I will try and put you in a way by
which I think you may succeed in buying yourself." He said this to me
more than once; and as it was in harmony with all my aspirations and
wishes, was flattering to my self-esteem, and gratified my impatience
to bring matters to a direct issue, I now resolved to make the attempt
to get the necessary leave. The autumn work was over, I was no longer
needed in the fields, and a better chance would never offer itself.
Still I dreaded to make the proposal. So much hung on it, such fond
hopes were bound up with it, that I trembled for the result.

I opened the subject one Sunday morning while shaving Mr. Amos, and
adroitly managed, by bringing the shaving brush close into his mouth
whenever he was disposed to interrupt me, to "get a good say" first.
Of course I made no allusion to my plan of buying myself; but urged
my request on the sole ground of a desire to see my old master. To my
surprise he made little objection. I had been faithful to him, and
gained, in his rude way of showing it, his regard. Long before spring
I would be back again. He even told me I had earned such a privilege.

The certificate he gave me allowed me to pass and repass between
Kentucky and Maryland as servant of Amos Riley. Furnished with
this, and with a letter of recommendation from my Methodist friend
to a brother preacher in Cincinnati, I started about the middle of
September, 1828, for the east.

A new era in my history now opened upon me. A letter I carried with
me to a kind-hearted man in Cincinnati procured me a number of
invaluable friends, who entered heart and soul into my plans. They
procured me an opportunity to preach in two or three of the pulpits of
the city, and I made my appeal with that eloquence which spontaneously
breaks forth from a breast all alive and fanned into a glow by an
inspiring project. Contact with those who were free themselves, and
a proud sense of exultation in taking my destiny into my own hands,
gave me the sacred "gift of tongues." I was pleading an issue of
life and death, of heaven and hell, and such as heard me felt this
in their hearts. In three or four days I left the city with no less
a sum than one hundred and sixty dollars in my pockets, and with a
soul jubilant with thanksgiving, and high in hope, directed my steps
towards Chillicothe, to attend the session of the Ohio Conference of
the Methodist Episcopal Church. My kind friend accompanied me, and by
his influence and exertions still further success attended me.

By his advice I then purchased a decent suit of clothes and an
excellent horse, and travelled from town to town preaching as I went.
Everywhere I met with kindness. The contrast between the respect
with which I was treated and the ordinary abuse, or at best insolent
familiarity, of plantation life, gratified me in the extreme, as it
must any one who has within him one spark of personal dignity as a
man. The sweet enjoyment of sympathy, moreover, and the hearty "God
speed you, brother!" which accompanied every dollar I received, were
to my long starved heart a celestial repast, and angels' food. Liberty
was a glorious hope in my mind; not as an escape from toil, for I
rejoiced in toil when my heart was in it, but as the avenue to a sense
of self-respect, to ennobling occupation, and to association with
superior minds. Still, dear as was the thought of liberty, I still
clung to my determination to gain it in one way only--by purchase. The
cup of my affliction was not yet full enough to lead me to disregard
all terms with my master.



CHAPTER VIII.

RETURN TO MARYLAND.

     RECEPTION FROM MY OLD MASTER.--A SLAVE AGAIN.--APPEAL TO AN
     OLD FRIEND.--BUY MY FREEDOM.--CHEATED AND BETRAYED.--BACK
     TO KENTUCKY, AND A SLAVE AGAIN.


Before I left Ohio and set my face towards Montgomery County, I was
master of two hundred and seventy-five dollars, besides my horse and
clothes. Proud of my success, I enjoyed the thought of showing myself
once more in the place where I had been known simply as "Riley's head
nigger;" and it was with no little satisfaction that about Christmas I
rode up to the old house.

My master gave me a boisterous reception, and expressed great
delight at seeing me. "Why, what in the devil have you been doing,
Sie? you've turned into a regular black gentleman." My horse and
dress sorely puzzled him, and I soon saw it began to irritate him.
The clothes I wore were certainly better than his. And already the
workings of that tyrannical hate with which the coarse and brutal, who
have no inherent superiority, ever regard the least sign of equality
in their dependents, were visible in his manner. His face seemed to
say, "I'll take the gentleman out of you pretty soon." I gave him
such an account of my preaching as, while it was consistent with the
truth, and explained my appearance, did not betray to him my principal
purpose. He soon asked to see my pass, and when he found it authorized
me to return to Kentucky, handed it to his wife, and desired her to
put it into his desk. The manoeuvre was cool and startling. I heard
the old prison gate clang, and the bolt shoot into the socket once
more. But I said nothing, and resolved to manoeuvre also.

After putting my horse in the stable I retired to the kitchen, where
my master told me I was to sleep for the night. O, how different
from my accommodations in the free States, for the last three months,
was the crowded room, with its dirt floor, and filth, and stench! I
looked around me with a sensation of disgust. The negroes present
were strangers to me, being slaves that Mrs. Riley had brought to her
husband. "Fool that I was to come back!" I found my mother had died
during my absence, and every tie which had ever connected me with
the place was broken. The idea of lying down with my nice clothes
in this nasty sty was insufferable. Full of gloomy reflections at
my loneliness, and the poverty-stricken aspect of the whole farm, I
sat down; and while my companions were snoring in unconsciousness, I
kept awake, thinking how I should escape from the accursed spot. I
knew of but one friend to whom I could appeal--"Master Frank," the
brother of Riley's wife, before mentioned, who was now of age, and
had established himself in business in Washington. I knew he would
take an interest in me, for I had done much to lighten his sorrows
when he was an abused and harshly-treated boy in the house. To him I
resolved to go, and as soon as I thought it time to start, I saddled
my horse and rode up to the house. It was early in the morning, and
my master had already gone to the tavern on his usual business, when
Mrs. Riley came out to look at my horse and equipments. "Where are
you going, 'Siah?" was the natural question. I replied, "I am going
to Washington, mistress, to see Mr. Frank, and I must take my pass
with me, if you please." "O, everybody knows you here; you won't need
your pass." "But I can't go to Washington without it. I may be met by
some surly stranger, who will stop me and plague me, if he can't do
anything worse." "Well, I'll get it for you," she answered; and glad
was I to see her return with it in her hand, and to have her give it
to me, while she little imagined its importance to my plan.

My reception by Master Frank was all I expected, as kind and hearty
as possible. He was delighted at my appearance, and I immediately
told him all my plans and hopes. He entered cordially into them,
and expressed, as he felt, I doubt not, a strong sympathy for me.
I found that he thoroughly detested Riley, whom he charged with
having defrauded him of a large proportion of his property which he
had held as guardian, though, as he was not at warfare with him, he
readily agreed to negotiate for my freedom, and bring him to the
most favorable terms. Accordingly, in a few days he rode over to the
house, and had a long conversation with him on the subject of my
emancipation. He disclosed to him the facts that I had got some money,
and _my pass_, and urged that I was a smart fellow, who was bent upon
getting his freedom, and had served the family faithfully for many
years; that I had really paid for myself a hundred times over, in the
increased amount of produce I had raised by my skill and influence;
and that if he did not take care, and accept a fair offer when I made
it to him, he would find some day that I had the means to do without
his help, and that he would see neither me nor my money; that with
my horse and my pass I was pretty independent of him already, and he
had better make up his mind to do what was really inevitable, and do
it with a good grace. By such arguments as these, Mr. Frank not only
induced him to think of the thing, but before long brought him to an
actual bargain, by which he agreed to give me my manumission papers
for four hundred and fifty dollars, of which three hundred and fifty
dollars were to be in cash, and the remainder in my note. My money and
my horse enabled me to pay the cash at once, and thus my great hope
seemed in a fair way of being realized.

Some time was spent in the negotiation of this affair, and it was
not until the ninth of March, 1829, that I received my manumission
papers in due form of law. I prepared to start at once on my return to
Kentucky; and on the tenth, as I was getting ready, in the morning,
for my journey, my master accosted me in the most friendly manner,
and entered into conversation with me about my plans. He asked me
what I was going to do with my certificate of freedom; whether I was
going to show it if questioned on the road. I told him, "Yes." "You'll
be a fool if you do," he rejoined. "Some slave-trader will get hold
of it and tear it up, and the first thing you know, you'll be thrown
into prison, sold for your jail fees, and be in his possession before
any of your friends can help you. Don't show it at all. Your pass is
enough. Let me enclose your papers for you under cover to my brother.
Nobody will dare to break a seal, for that is a state-prison matter;
and when you arrive in Kentucky you will have it with you all safe and
sound."

For this friendly advice, as I thought it, I felt extremely grateful.
Secure in my happiness, I cherished no suspicion of others. I
accordingly permitted him to enclose my precious papers in an envelope
composed of several wrappers, and after he had sealed it with three
seals, and directed it to his brother in Davies county, Kentucky, in
my care, I carefully stowed it in my carpet bag. Leaving immediately
for Wheeling, to which place I was obliged to travel on foot, I there
took boat, and in due time reached my destination. I was arrested
repeatedly on the way; but by insisting always on being carried before
a magistrate, I succeeded in escaping all serious impediments by means
of my pass, which was quite regular, and could not be set aside by any
responsible authority.

The boat which took me down from Louisville, landed me about dark,
and my walk of five miles brought me to the plantation at bed-time.
I went directly to my own cabin, and found my wife and little ones
well. Of course we had enough to communicate to each other. I soon
found that I had something to learn as well as to tell. Letters had
reached the "great house,"--as the master's was always called,--long
before I arrived, telling them what I had been doing. The children
of the family had eagerly communicated the good news to my wife--how
I had been preaching, and raising money, and making a bargain for my
freedom. It was not long before Charlotte began to question me, with
much excitement, about how I raised the money. She evidently thought
I had stolen it. Her opinion of my powers as a preacher was not
exalted enough to permit her to believe I had gained it as I really
did. It was the old story of the prophet without honor in his own
place. I contrived however to quiet her fears on this score. "But how
are you going to raise enough to pay the remainder of the thousand
dollars?" "What thousand dollars?" "The thousand dollars you were
to give for your freedom." O, how those words smote me! At once I
suspected treachery. Again and again I questioned her as to what she
had heard. She persisted in repeating the same story as the substance
of my master's letters. Master Amos said I had paid three hundred and
fifty dollars down, and when I had made up six hundred and fifty more
I was to have my free papers. I now began to perceive the trick that
had been played upon me, and to see the management by which Riley had
contrived that the only evidence of my freedom should be kept from
every eye but that of his brother Amos, who was requested to retain it
until I had made up the balance I was reported to have agreed to pay.
Indignation is a faint word to express my deep sense of such villainy.
I was alternately beside myself with rage, and paralyzed with despair.
My dream of bliss was over. What could I do to set myself right? The
only witness to the truth, Master Frank, was a thousand miles away. I
could neither write to him, or get any one else to write. Every man
about me who could write was a slaveholder. I dared not go before a
magistrate with my papers, for fear I should be seized and sold down
the river before anything could be done. I felt that every man's hand
would be against me. "My God! my God! why hast thou forsaken me?"
was my bitter cry. One thing only seemed clear. My papers must never
be surrendered to Master Amos. I told my wife I had not seen them
since I left Louisville. They might be in my bag, or they might be
lost. At all events I did not wish to look myself. If she found them
there, and hid them away, out of my knowledge, it would be the best
disposition to make of them.

The next morning, at the blowing of the horn, I went out to find
Master Amos. I found him sitting on a stile, and as I drew near enough
for him to recognize me, he shouted out a hearty welcome in his usual
chaste style. "Why, halloa, Sie! is that you? Got back, eh! Why, you
old son of a bitch, I'm glad to see you! Drot your blood, drot your
blood, why, you're a regular black gentleman!" And he surveyed my
dress with an appreciative grin. "Well, boy, how's your master? Isaac
says you want to be free. Want to be free, eh! I think your master
treats you pretty hard, though. Six hundred and fifty dollars don't
come so easy in old Kentuck. How does he ever expect you to raise all
that. It's too much, boy, it's too much." In the conversation that
followed I found my wife was right. Riley had no idea of letting me
off, and supposed I could contrive to raise six hundred and fifty as
easily as one hundred dollars.

Master Amos soon asked me if I had not a paper for him. I told him I
had had one, but the last I saw of it was at Louisville, and now it
was not in my bag, and I did not know what had become of it. He sent
me back to the landing to see if it had been dropped on the way. Of
course I did not find it. He made, however, little stir about it, for
he had intentions of his own to keep me working for him, and regarded
the whole as a trick of his brother's to get money out of me. All he
said about the loss was, "Well, boy, bad luck happens to everybody,
sometimes."

All this was very smooth and pleasant to a man who was in a frenzy
of grief at the base and apparently irremediable trick that had been
played upon him. I had supposed that I should now be free to start out
and gain the other hundred dollars which would discharge my obligation
to my master. But I soon saw that I was to begin again with my old
labors. It was useless to give expression to my feelings, and I went
about my work with as quiet a mind as I could, resolved to trust in
God, and never despair.



CHAPTER IX.

TAKEN SOUTH, AWAY FROM WIFE AND CHILDREN.

     START FOR NEW ORLEANS.--STUDY NAVIGATION ON THE
     MISSISSIPPI.--THE CAPTAIN STRUCK BLIND.--FIND SOME OF MY
     OLD COMPANIONS.--THE LOWER DEPTHS.


Things went on in this way about a year. From time to time Master Amos
joked me about the six hundred and fifty dollars, and said his brother
kept writing to know why I did not send something. It was "diamond cut
diamond" with the two brothers. Mr. Amos had no desire to play into
the hands of Mr. Isaac. He was glad enough to secure my services to
take care of his stock and his people.

One day my master suddenly informed me that his son Amos, a young
man about twenty-one years of age, was going down the river to New
Orleans, with a flat-boat loaded with produce, and that I was to go
with him. He was to start the next day, and I was to accompany him and
help him dispose of his cargo to the best advantage.

This intimation was enough. Though it was not distinctly stated, yet
I well knew what was intended, and my heart sunk within me at the
near prospect of this fatal blight to all my long-cherished hopes.
There was no alternative but death itself; and I thought that there
was hope as long as there was life, and I would not despair even yet.
The expectation of my fate, however, produced the degree of misery
nearest to that of despair; and it is in vain for me to attempt to
describe the wretchedness I experienced as I made ready to go on board
the flat-boat. I had little preparation to make, to be sure; and there
was but one thing that seemed to me important. I asked my wife to sew
up my manumission paper securely in a piece of cloth, and to sew that
again round my person. I thought that having possession of it might
be the means of saving me yet, and I would not neglect anything that
offered the smallest chance of escape from the frightful servitude
that threatened me.

The immediate cause of this movement on the part of Master Amos I
never fully understood. It grew out of a frequent exchange of letters,
which had been kept up between him and his brother in Maryland.
Whether as a compromise between their rival claims it was agreed to
sell me and divide the proceeds, or that Master Amos, in fear of my
running away, had resolved to turn me into riches without wings, for
his own profit, I never knew. The fact of his intention, however, was
clear enough; and God knows it was a fearful blow.

My wife and children accompanied me to the landing, where I bade
them an adieu which might be for life, and then stepped into the
boat, which I found manned by three white men, who had been hired for
the trip. Mr. Amos and myself were the only other persons on board.
The load consisted of beef-cattle, pigs, poultry, corn, whisky,
and other articles from the farm, and from some of the neighboring
estates, which were to be sold as we dropped down the river, wherever
they could be disposed of to the greatest advantage. It was a common
trading voyage to New Orleans, in which I was embarked, the interest
of which consisted not in the incidents that occurred, not in storms,
or shipwreck, or external disaster of any sort; but in the storm of
passions contending within me, and the imminent risk of the shipwreck
of my soul, which was impending over me nearly the whole period of the
voyage. One circumstance, only, I will mention, illustrating, as other
events in my life have often done, the counsel of the Saviour, "He
that will be chief among you, let him be your servant."

We were, of course, all bound to take our trick at the helm in turn,
sometimes under direction of the captain, and sometimes on our own
responsibility, as he could not be always awake. In the daytime there
was less difficulty than at night, when it required some one who
knew the river, to avoid sand-bars and snags, and the captain was the
only person on board who had this knowledge. But whether by day or
by night, as I was the only negro in the boat, I was made to stand
at least three tricks (white men are very fond of such tricks) to
any other person's one; so that, from being much with the captain,
and frequently thrown upon my own exertions, I learned the art of
steering and managing the boat far better than the rest. I watched the
manoeuvres necessary to shoot by a sawyer, to land on a bank, or
avoid a snag, or a steamboat, in the rapid current of the Mississippi,
till I could do it as well as the captain. After a while he was
attacked by a disease of the eyes; they became very much inflamed and
swollen. He was soon rendered totally blind, and unable to perform
his share of duty. This disorder is not an unfrequent consequence of
exposure to the light of the sun, doubled in intensity as it is by the
reflection from the river. I was the person who could best take his
place, and I was in fact master of the boat from that time till our
arrival at New Orleans.

After the captain became blind we were obliged to lie by at night,
as none of the rest of us had been down the river before; and it was
necessary to keep watch all night, to prevent depredations by the
negroes on shore, who used frequently to attack such boats as ours,
for the sake of the provisions on board.

On our way down the river we stopped at Vicksburg, and I got
permission to visit a plantation a few miles from the town, where some
of my old companions whom I had brought from Kentucky were living. It
was the saddest visit I ever made. Four years in an unhealthy climate
and under a hard master had done the ordinary work of twenty. Their
cheeks were literally caved in with starvation and disease, and their
bodies infested with vermin. No hell could equal the misery they
described as their daily portion. Toiling half naked in malarious
marshes, under a burning, maddening sun, and poisoned by swarms of
musquitoes and black gnats, they looked forward to death as their
only deliverance. Some of them fairly cried at seeing me there, and at
thought of the fate which they felt awaited me. Their worst fears of
being sold down South had been more than realized. I went away sick at
heart, and to this day the sight of that wretched group haunts me.



CHAPTER X.

A TERRIBLE TEMPTATION.

     SIGH FOR DEATH.--A MURDER IN MY HEART.--THE AXE
     RAISED.--CONSCIENCE SPEAKS AND I AM SAVED.--GOD BE PRAISED!


Now all outward nature seemed to feed my gloomy thoughts. I know
not what most men see in voyaging down the Mississippi. If gay and
hopeful, probably much of beauty and interest. If eager merchants,
probably a golden river, freighted with the wealth of nations. I saw
nothing but portents of woe and despair. Wretched slave-pens; a smell
of stagnant waters; half-putrid carcasses of horses or oxen floating
along, covered with turkey buzzards and swarms of green flies,--these
are the images with which memory crowds my mind. My faith in God
utterly gave way. I could no longer pray or trust. He had abandoned
me and cast me off forever. I looked not to him for help. I saw
only the foul miasmas, the emaciated frames of my negro companions;
and in them saw the sure, swift, loving intervention of the one
unfailing friend of the wretched,--death! Yes; death and the grave!
"There the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the
oppressor." Two years of this would kill me. I dwelt on the thought
with melancholy yet sweet satisfaction. Two years! and then I should
be free. Free! ever my cherished hope, though not as I had thought it
would come.

As I paced backwards and forwards on the deck, during my watch, it may
well be believed I revolved in my mind many a painful and passionate
thought. After all that I had done for Isaac and Amos Riley, after
all the regard they had professed for me, such a return as this for
my services, such an evidence of their utter disregard of my claims
upon them, and the intense selfishness with which they were ready
to sacrifice me, at any moment, to their supposed interest, turned
my blood to gall, and changed me from a lively, and, I will say, a
pleasant-tempered fellow, into a savage, morose, dangerous slave. I
was going not at all as a lamb to the slaughter; but I felt myself
becoming more ferocious every day; and as we approached the place
where this iniquity was to be consummated, I became more and more
agitated with an almost uncontrollable fury. I said to myself, "If
this is to be my lot, I cannot survive it long. I am not so young as
those whose wretched condition I have but just now seen, and if it has
brought them to such a condition, it will soon kill me. I am to be
taken by my masters and owners, who ought to be my grateful friends,
to a place and a condition where my life is to be shortened, as well
as made more wretched. Why should I not prevent this wrong if I can,
by shortening their lives, or those of their agents, in accomplishing
such detestable injustice? I can do the last easily enough. They have
no suspicion of me, and they are at this moment under my control,
and in my power. There are many ways in which I can dispatch them
and escape; and I feel that I should be justified in availing myself
of the first good opportunity." These were not thoughts which just
flitted across my mind's eye and then disappeared. They fashioned
themselves into shapes which grew larger and seemed firmer every
time they presented themselves; and at length my mind was made up to
convert the phantom shadow into a positive reality.

I resolved to kill my four companions, take what money there was in
the boat, then to scuttle the craft, and escape to the north. It was
a poor plan, maybe, and would very likely have failed; but it was as
well contrived, under the circumstances, as the plans of murderers
usually are; and blinded by passion, and stung to madness as I was, I
could not see any difficulty about it. One dark, rainy night, within
a few days' sail of New Orleans, my hour seemed to have come. I was
alone on the deck; Master Amos and the hands were all asleep below,
and I crept down noiselessly, got hold of an axe, entered the cabin,
and looking by the aid of the dim light there for my victims, my eye
fell upon Master Amos, who was nearest to me; my hand slid along the
axe-handle; I raised it to strike the fatal blow,--when suddenly the
thought came to me, "What! commit _murder_! and you a Christian?"
I had not called it murder before. It was self-defence,--it was
preventing others from murdering me,--it was justifiable, it was even
praiseworthy. But now, all at once, the truth burst upon me that it
was a crime. I was going to kill a young man who had done nothing to
injure me, but was only obeying commands which he could not resist;
I was about to lose the fruit of all my efforts at self-improvement,
the character I had acquired, and the peace of mind that had never
deserted me. All this came upon me instantly, and with a distinctness
which almost made me think I heard it whispered in my ear; and I
believe I even turned my head to listen. I shrunk back, laid down the
axe, and thanked God, as I have done every day since, that I had not
committed murder.

My feelings were still agitated, but they were changed. I was filled
with shame and remorse for the design I had entertained, and with
the fear that my companions would detect it in my face, or that a
careless word would betray my guilty thoughts. I remained on deck
all night, instead of rousing one of the men to relieve; and nothing
brought composure to my mind but the solemn resolution I then made,
to resign myself to the will of God, and take with thankfulness, if I
could, but with submission, at all events, whatever he might decide
should be my lot. I reflected that if my life were reduced to a brief
term, I should have less to suffer; and that it was better to die
with a Christian's hope, and a quiet conscience, than to live with
the incessant recollection of a crime that would destroy the value
of life, and under the weight of a secret that would crush out the
satisfaction that might be expected from freedom and every other
blessing.

It was long before I recovered my self-control and serenity; but I
believe that no one but those to whom I have told the story myself,
ever suspected me of having entertained such thoughts for a moment.



CHAPTER XI.

PROVIDENTIAL DELIVERANCE.

     OFFERED FOR SALE.--EXAMINED BY PURCHASERS.--PLEAD
     WITH MY YOUNG MASTER IN VAIN.--MAN'S EXTREMITY, GOD'S
     OPPORTUNITY.--GOOD FOR EVIL.--RETURN NORTH.--MY INCREASED
     VALUE.--RESOLVE TO BE A SLAVE NO LONGER.


In a few days after this trying crisis in my life, we arrived at New
Orleans. The little that remained of our cargo was soon sold, the men
were discharged, and nothing was left but to dispose of me, and break
up the boat, and then Master Amos would take passage on a steamboat,
and go home. There was no longer any disguise about the disposition
which was to be made of me. Master Amos acknowledged that such were
his instructions, and he set about fulfilling them. Several planters
came to the boat to look at me; I was sent on some hasty errand that
they might see how I could run; my points were canvassed as those of
a horse would have been; and, doubtless, some account of my various
faculties entered into the discussion of the bargain, that my value
as a domestic animal might be enhanced. Master Amos had talked, with
apparent kindness, about getting me a good master, who would employ me
as a coachman, or as a house-servant; but as time passed on I could
discern no particular effort of the kind.

In our intervals of leisure I tried every possible means to move his
heart. With tears and groans I besought him not to sell me away from
my wife and children. I dwelt on my past services to his father,
and called to his remembrance a thousand things I had done for him
personally. I told him about the wretched condition of the slaves I
had seen near Vicksburg. Sometimes he would shed tears himself, and
say he was sorry for me. But still I saw his purpose was unchanged.
He now kept out of my way as much as possible, and forestalled every
effort I made to talk with him. His conscience evidently troubled
him. He knew he was doing a cruel and wicked thing, and wanted to
escape from thinking about it. I followed him up hard, for I was
supplicating for my life. I fell down and clung to his knees in
entreaties. Sometimes when too closely pressed, he would curse and
strike me. May God forgive him. And yet it was not all his fault. He
was made so by the accursed relation of slavemaster and slave. I was
property,--not a man, not a father, not a husband. And the laws of
property and self-interest, not of humanity and love, bore sway.

At length everything was wound up but this single affair. I was to
be sold the next day, and Master Amos was to set off on his return,
in a steamboat, at six o'clock in the afternoon. I could not sleep
that night; its hours seemed interminably long, though it was one of
the shortest of the year. The slow way in which we had come down had
brought us to the long days and heats of June; and everybody knows
what the climate of New Orleans is at that period of the year.

And now occurred one of those sudden, marked interpositions of
Providence, by which in a moment the whole current of a human being's
life is changed; one of those slight and, at first, unappreciated
contingencies, by which the faith that man's extremity is God's
opportunity is kept alive. Little did I think, when a little before
daylight Master Amos called me and told me he felt sick, how much my
future was bound up in those few words. His stomach was disordered,
and I advised him to lie down again, thinking it would soon pass off.
Before long he felt worse, and it was soon evident that the river
fever was upon him. He became rapidly ill, and by eight o'clock in
the morning was utterly prostrate. The tables were now turned. I was
no longer property, no longer a brute beast to be bought and sold,
but his only friend in the midst of strangers. Oh, how different
was his tone from what it had been the day before! He was now the
supplicant. A poor, terrified object, afraid of death, and writhing
with pain, there lay the late arbiter of my destiny. How he besought
me to forgive him. "Stick to me, Sie! Stick to me, Sie! Don't leave
me, don't leave me. I'm sorry I was going to sell you." Sometimes he
would say he had only been joking, and never intended to part with
me. Yes, the tables were utterly turned. He entreated me to dispatch
matters, sell the flat-boat in which we had been living, and get him
and his trunk, containing the proceeds of the trip, on board the
steamer as quick as possible. I attended to all his requests, and by
twelve o'clock that day he was in one of the cabins of the steamer
appropriated to sick passengers.

O, my God! how my heart sang jubilees of praise to Thee, as the
steamboat swung loose from the levee and breasted the mighty tide of
the Mississippi! Away from this land of bondage and death! Away from
misery and despair! Once more exulting hope possessed me. This time if
I do not open my way to freedom, may God never give me chance again!

Before we had proceeded many hours on our voyage, a change for the
better appeared in my young master. The change of air in a measure
revived him; and well it was for him that such was the case. Short
as his illness had been, the fever had raged like a fire, and he was
already near death. I watched and nursed him like a mother; for all
remembrance of personal wrong was obliterated at sight of his peril.
His eyes followed me in entreaty wherever I went. His strength was
so entirely gone that he could neither speak nor move a limb, and
could only indicate his wish for a teaspoonful of gruel, or something
to moisten his throat, by a feeble motion of his lips. I nursed him
carefully and constantly. Nothing else could have saved his life. It
hung by a thread for a long time. We were as much as twelve days in
reaching home, for the water was low at that season, particularly in
the Ohio river; and when we arrived at our landing he was still unable
to speak, and could only be moved on a sheet or a litter. Something
of this sort was soon fixed up at the landing, on which he could be
carried to the house, which was five miles off; and I got a party of
the slaves belonging to the estate to form relays for the purpose.
As we approached the house, the surprise at seeing me back again,
and the perplexity to imagine what I was bringing along, with such a
party, were extreme; but the discovery was soon made which explained
the strange appearance; and the grief of father and mother, and
brothers and sisters, made itself seen and heard. Loud and long were
the lamentations over poor Amos; and when the family came a little to
themselves, great were the commendations bestowed upon me for my care
of him and of the property.

Although we reached home by the tenth of July, it was not until
the middle of August that Master Amos was well enough to leave his
chamber. To do him justice, he manifested strong gratitude towards me.
Almost his first words after recovering his strength sufficiently
to talk, were in commendation of my conduct. "If I had sold him I
should have died." On the rest of the family no permanent impression
seemed to have been made. The first few words of praise were all I
ever received. I was set at my old work. My merits, whatever they
were, instead of exciting sympathy or any feeling of attachment to me,
seemed only to enhance my market value in their eyes. I saw that my
master's only thought was to render me profitable to himself. From him
I had nothing to hope, and I turned my thoughts to myself and my own
energies.

Before long I felt assured another attempt would be made to dispose
of me. Providence seemed to have interfered once to defeat the
scheme, but I could not expect such extraordinary circumstances to
be repeated; and I was bound to do everything in my power to secure
myself and my family from the wicked conspiracy of Isaac and Amos
Riley against my life, as well as against my natural rights, and those
which I had acquired, under even the barbarous laws of slavery, by
the money I had paid for myself. If Isaac would only have been honest
enough to adhere to his bargain, I would have adhered to mine, and
paid him all I had promised. But his attempt to kidnap me again,
after having pocketed three-fourths of my market value, in my opinion
absolved me from all obligation to pay him any more, or to continue in
a position which exposed me to his machinations.



CHAPTER XII.

ESCAPE FROM BONDAGE.

     SOLITARY MUSINGS.--PREPARATIONS FOR FLIGHT.--A LONG GOOD
     NIGHT TO MASTER.--A DARK NIGHT ON THE RIVER.--NIGHT
     JOURNEYS IN INDIANA.--ON THE BRINK OF STARVATION.--A KIND
     WOMAN.--A NEW STYLE OF DRINKING CUP.--REACH CINCINNATI.


During the bright and hopeful days I spent in Ohio, while away on my
preaching tour, I had heard much of the course pursued by fugitives
from slavery, and became acquainted with a number of benevolent men
engaged in helping them on their way. Canada was often spoken of as
the only sure refuge from pursuit, and that blessed land was now the
desire of my longing heart. Infinite toils and perils lay between me
and that haven of promise; enough to daunt the stoutest heart; but
the fire behind me was too hot and fierce to let me pause to consider
them. I knew the North Star--blessed be God for setting it in the
heavens! Like the Star of Bethlehem, it announced where my salvation
lay. Could I follow it through forest, and stream, and field, it would
guide my feet in the way of hope. I thought of it as my God-given
guide to the land of promise far away beneath its light. I knew that
it had led thousands of my poor, hunted brethren to freedom and
blessedness. I felt energy enough in my own breast to contend with
privation and danger; and had I been a free, untrammeled man, knowing
no tie of father or husband, and concerned for my own safety only, I
would have felt all difficulties light in view of the hope that was
set before me. But, alas! I had a wife and four dear children; how
should I provide for them? Abandon them I could not; no! not even for
the blessed boon of freedom. They, too, must go. They, too, must share
with me the life of liberty.

It was not without long thought upon the subject that I devised a
plan of escape. But at last I matured it. My mind fully made up,
I communicated the intention to my wife. She was overwhelmed with
terror. With a woman's instinct she clung to hearth and home. She
knew nothing of the wide world beyond, and her imagination peopled it
with unseen horrors. We should die in the wilderness,--we should be
hunted down with blood-hounds,--we should be brought back and whipped
to death. With tears and supplications she besought me to remain at
home, contented. In vain I explained to her our liability to be torn
asunder at any moment; the horrors of the slavery I had lately seen;
the happiness we should enjoy together in a land of freedom, safe from
all pursuing harm. She had not suffered the bitterness of my lot,
nor felt the same longing for deliverance. She was a poor, ignorant,
unreasoning slave-woman.

I argued the matter with her at various times, till I was satisfied
that argument alone would not prevail. I then told her deliberately,
that though it would be a cruel trial for me to part with her, I would
nevertheless do it, and take all the children with me except the
youngest, rather than remain at home, only to be forcibly torn from
her, and sent down to linger out a wretched existence in the hell I
had lately visited. Again she wept and entreated, but I was sternly
resolute. The whole night long she fruitlessly urged me to relent;
exhausted and maddened, I left her, in the morning, to go to my work
for the day. Before I had gone far, I heard her voice calling me,
and waiting till I came up, she said, at last, she would go with me.
Blessed relief! my tears of joy flowed faster than had hers of grief.

Our cabin, at this time, was near the landing. The plantation itself
extended the whole five miles from the house to the river. There were
several distinct farms, all of which I was over-seeing, and therefore
I was riding about from one to another every day. Our oldest boy was
at the house with Master Amos; the rest of the children were with my
wife.

The chief practical difficulty that had weighed upon my mind, was
connected with the youngest two of the children. They were of three
and two years, respectively, and of course would have to be carried.
Both stout and healthy, they were a heavy burden, and my wife had
declared that I should break down under it before I had got five
miles from home. Sometime previously I had directed her to make me
a large knapsack of tow cloth, large enough to hold them both, and
arranged with strong straps to go round my shoulders. This done, I
had practised carrying them night after night, both to test my own
strength and accustom them to submit to it. To them it was fine fun,
and to my great joy I found I could manage them successfully. My
wife's consent was given on Thursday morning, and I resolved to start
on the night of the following Saturday. Sunday was a holiday; on
Monday and Tuesday I was to be away on farms distant from the house;
thus several days would elapse before I should be missed, and by that
time I should have got a good start.

At length the eventful night arrived. All things were ready, with the
single exception that I had not yet obtained my master's permission
for little Tom to visit his mother. About sundown I went up to the
great house to report my work, and after talking for a time, started
off, as usual, for home; when, suddenly appearing to recollect
something I had forgotten, I turned carelessly back, and said, "O,
Master Amos, I most forgot. Tom's mother wants to know if you won't
let him come down a few days; she wants to mend his clothes and fix
him up a little." "Yes, boy, yes; he can go." "Thankee, Master Amos;
good night, good night. The Lord bless you!" In spite of myself I
threw a good deal of emphasis into my farewell. I could not refrain
from an inward chuckle at the thought--how long a good night that will
be! The coast was all clear now, and, as I trudged along home, I took
an affectionate look at the well-known objects on my way. Strange to
say, sorrow mingled with my joy; but no man can live anywhere long
without feeling some attachment to the soil on which he labors.

It was about the middle of September, and by nine o'clock all was
ready. It was a dark, moonless night, when we got into the little
skiff, in which I had induced a fellow slave to set us across the
river. It was an anxious moment. We sat still as death. In the middle
of the stream the good fellow said to me, "It will be the end of me
if this is ever found out; but you won't be brought back alive, Sie,
will you?" "Not if I can help it," I replied; and I thought of the
pistols and knife I had bought some time before of a poor white. "And
if they're too many for you, and you get seized, you'll never tell
my part in this business?" "Not if I'm shot through like a sieve."
"That's all," said he, "and God help you." Heaven reward him. He, too,
has since followed in my steps; and many a time in a land of freedom
have we talked over that dark night on the river.

In due time we landed on the Indiana shore. A hearty, grateful
farewell, such as none but companions in danger can know, and I heard
the oars of the skiff propelling him home. There I stood in the
darkness, my dear ones with me, and the all unknown future before us.
But there was little time for reflection. Before daylight should come
on, we must put as many miles behind us as possible, and be safely
hidden in the woods. We had no friends to look to for assistance,
for the population in that section of the country was then bitterly
hostile to the fugitive. If discovered, we should be seized and lodged
in jail. In God was our only hope. Fervently did I pray to him as we
trudged on cautiously and steadily, and as fast as the darkness and
the feebleness of my wife and boys would allow. To her, indeed, I was
compelled to talk sternly; she trembled like a leaf, and even then
implored me to return.

For a fortnight we pressed steadily on, keeping to the road during the
night, hiding whenever a chance vehicle or horseman was heard, and
during the day burying ourselves in the woods. Our provisions were
rapidly giving out. Two days before reaching Cincinnati they were
utterly exhausted. All night long the children cried with hunger,
and my poor wife loaded me with reproaches for bringing them into
such misery. It was a bitter thing to hear them cry, and God knows
I needed encouragement myself. My limbs were weary, and my back and
shoulders raw with the burden I carried. A fearful dread of detection
ever pursued me, and I would start out of my sleep in terror, my heart
beating against my ribs, expecting to find the dogs and slave-hunters
after me. Had I been alone I would have borne starvation, even to
exhaustion, before I would have ventured in sight of a house in quest
of food. But now something must be done; it was necessary to run the
risk of exposure by daylight upon the road.

The only way to proceed was to adopt a bold course. Accordingly, I
left our hiding-place, took to the road, and turned towards the south,
to lull any suspicion that might be aroused were I to be seen going
the other way. Before long I came to a house. A furious dog rushed out
at me, and his master following to quiet him, I asked if he would
sell me a little bread and meat. He was a surly fellow. "No, he had
nothing for niggers!" At the next I succeeded no better, at first. The
man of the house met me in the same style; but his wife, hearing our
conversation, said to her husband, "How can you treat any human being
so? If a dog was hungry I would give him something to eat." She then
added, "We have children, and who knows but they may some day need the
help of a friend." The man laughed, and told her that she might take
care of niggers, he wouldn't. She asked me to come in, loaded a plate
with venison and bread, and, when I laid it into my handkerchief, and
put a quarter of a dollar on the table, she quietly took it up and put
it in my handkerchief, with an additional quantity of venison. I felt
the hot tears roll down my cheeks as she said "God bless you;" and I
hurried away to bless my starving wife and little ones.

A little while after eating the venison, which was quite salt, the
children become very thirsty, and groaned and sighed so that I went
off stealthily, breaking the bushes to keep my path, to find water. I
found a little rill, and drank a large draught. Then I tried to carry
some in my hat; but, alas! it leaked. Finally, I took off both shoes,
which luckily had no holes in them, rinsed them out, filled them with
water, and carried it to my family. They drank it with great delight.
I have since then sat at splendidly furnished tables in Canada, the
United States, and England; but never did I see any human beings
relish anything more than my poor famishing little ones did that
refreshing draught out of their father's shoes. That night we made a
long run, and two days afterward we reached Cincinnati.



CHAPTER XIII.

JOURNEY TO CANADA.

     GOOD SAMARITANS.--ALONE IN THE WILDERNESS.--MEET
     SOME INDIANS.--REACH SANDUSKY.--ANOTHER FRIEND.--ALL
     ABOARD.--BUFFALO.--A "FREE NIGGER."--FRENZY OF JOY ON
     REACHING CANADA.


I now felt comparatively at home. Before entering the town I hid my
wife and children in the woods, and then walked on alone in search of
my friends. They welcomed me warmly, and just after dusk my wife and
children were brought in, and we found ourselves hospitably cheered
and refreshed. Two weeks of exposure to incessant fatigue, anxiety,
rain, and chill, made it indescribably sweet to enjoy once more the
comfort of rest and shelter.

Since I have lived in a land of freedom, I have heard harsh and bitter
words spoken of those devoted men who are banded together to succor
and bid God speed the hunted fugitive; men who, through pity for the
suffering, have voluntarily exposed themselves to hatred, fines, and
imprisonment. If there be a God who will have mercy on the merciful,
great shall be their reward. In the great day when men shall stand in
judgment before the Divine Master, crowds of the outcast and forsaken
of earth shall gather around them, and in joyful tones bear witness,
"We were hungry and ye gave us meat, thirsty and ye gave us drink,
naked and ye clothed us, sick and ye visited us." And he who has
declared that, "inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my
brethren, ye have done it unto me," shall accept the attestation, and
hail them with his welcome, "Come ye blessed of my father." They can
afford to bide their time. Their glory shall yet be proclaimed from
the house-tops. Meanwhile may that "peace of God which the world can
neither give nor take away" dwell richly in their hearts.

Among such as these--good Samaritans, of whom the Lord would say, "go
ye and do likewise,"--our lot was now cast. Carefully they provided
for our welfare until our strength was recruited, and then they set us
thirty miles on our way by wagon.

We followed the same course as before--travelling by night and resting
by day--till we arrived at the Scioto, where we had been told we
should strike the military road of General Hull, in the last war
with Great Britain, and might then safely travel by day. We found
the road, accordingly, by the large sycamore and elms which marked
its beginning, and entered upon it with fresh spirits early in the
day. Nobody had told us that it was cut through the wilderness, and
I had neglected to provide any food, thinking we should soon come
to some habitation, where we could be supplied. But we travelled on
all day without seeing one, and lay down at night, hungry and weary
enough. The wolves were howling around us, and though too cowardly to
approach, their noise terrified my poor wife and children. Nothing
remained to us in the morning but a little piece of dried beef, too
little, indeed, to satisfy our cravings, but enough to afflict us
with intolerable thirst. I divided most of this among us, and then we
started for a second day's tramp in the wilderness. A painful day it
was to us. The road was rough, the underbrush tore our clothes and
exhausted our strength; trees that had been blown down blocked the
way; we were faint with hunger; and no prospect of relief opened up
before us. We spoke little, but steadily struggled along; I with my
babes on my back, my wife aiding the two other children to climb over
the fallen trunks and force themselves through the briers. Suddenly,
as I was plodding along a little ahead of my wife and the boys, I
heard them call me, and turning round saw my wife prostrate on the
ground. "Mother's dying," cried Tom; and when I reached her it seemed
really so. From sheer exhaustion she had fallen in surmounting a log.
Distracted with anxiety, I feared she was gone. For some minutes no
sign of life was manifest; but after a time she opened her eyes, and
finally recovering enough to take a few mouthfuls of the beef, her
strength returned, and we once more went bravely on our way. I cheered
the sad group with hopes I was far from sharing myself. For the first
time I was nearly ready to abandon myself to despair. Starvation in
the wilderness was the doom that stared me and mine in the face. But
again, "man's extremity was God's opportunity."

We had not gone far, and I suppose it was about three o'clock in the
afternoon, when we discerned some persons approaching us at no great
distance. We were instantly on the alert, as we could hardly expect
them to be friends. The advance of a few paces showed me they were
Indians, with packs on their shoulders; and they were so near that if
they were hostile it would be useless to try to escape. So I walked
along boldly, till we came close upon them. They were bent down with
their burdens, and had not raised their eyes till now; and when they
did so, and saw me coming towards them, they looked at me in a
frightened sort of way for a moment, and then, setting up a peculiar
howl, turned round, and ran as fast as they could. There were three
or four of them, and what they were afraid of I could not imagine,
unless they supposed I was the devil, whom they had perhaps heard of
as black. But, even then, one would have thought my wife and children
might have reassured them. However, there was no doubt they were well
frightened, and we heard their wild and prolonged howl, as they ran,
for a mile or more. My wife was alarmed, too, and thought they were
merely running back to collect more of a party, and then to come and
murder us; and she wanted to turn back. I told her they were numerous
enough to do that, if they wanted to, without help; and that as for
turning back, I had had quite too much of the road behind us, and that
it would be a ridiculous thing that both parties should run away. If
they were disposed to run, I would follow. We did follow, and the
noise soon ceased. As we advanced, we could discover Indians peeping
at us from behind the trees, and dodging out of sight if they thought
we were looking at them. Presently we came upon their wigwams, and saw
a fine-looking, stately Indian, with his arms folded, waiting for us
to approach. He was, apparently, the chief; and, saluting us civilly,
he soon discovered we were human beings, and spoke to his young men,
who were scattered about, and made them come in and give up their
foolish fears. And now curiosity seemed to prevail. Each one wanted
to touch the children, who were as shy as partridges with their long
life in the woods; and as they shrunk away, and uttered a little cry
of alarm, the Indian would jump back too, as if he thought they would
bite him. However, a little while sufficed to make them understand
what we were, and whither we were going, and what we needed; and as
little to set them about supplying our wants, feeding us bountifully,
and giving us a comfortable wigwam for our night's rest. The next day
we resumed our march, having ascertained from the Indians that we were
only about twenty-five miles from the lake. They sent some of their
young men to point out the place where we were to turn off, and parted
from us with as much kindness as possible.

In passing over the part of Ohio near the lake, where such an
extensive plain is found, we came to a spot overflowed by a stream,
across which the road passed. I forded it first, with the help of a
sounding-pole, and then taking the children on my back, first the
two little ones, and then the others, one at a time, and, lastly, my
wife, I succeeded in getting them safely across. At this time the skin
was worn from my back to an extent almost equal to the size of the
knapsack.

One night more was passed in the woods, and in the course of the next
forenoon we came out upon the wide plain, without trees, which lies
south and west of Sandusky city. The houses of the village were in
plain sight. About a mile from the lake I hid my wife and children
in the bushes, and pushed forward. I was attracted by a house on the
left, between which and a small coasting vessel a number of men
were passing and repassing with great activity. Promptly deciding to
approach them, I drew near, and scarcely had I come within hailing
distance, when the captain of the schooner cried out, "Hollo there,
man! you want to work?" "Yes, sir!" shouted I. "Come along, come
along; I'll give you a shilling an hour. Must get off with this wind."
As I came near, he said, "O, you can't work; you're crippled." "Can't
I?" said I; and in a minute I had hold of a bag of corn, and followed
the gang in emptying it into the hold. I took my place in the line of
laborers next to a colored man, and soon got into conversation with
him. "How far is it to Canada?" He gave me a peculiar look, and in a
minute I saw he knew all. "Want to go to Canada? Come along with us,
then. Our captain's a fine fellow. We're going to Buffalo." "Buffalo;
how far is that from Canada?" "Don't you know, man? Just across the
river." I now opened my mind frankly to him, and told him about my
wife and children. "I'll speak to the captain," said he. He did so,
and in a moment the captain took me aside, and said, "The Doctor
says you want to go to Buffalo with your family." "Yes, sir." "Well,
why not go with me!" was his frank reply. "Doctor says you've got a
family." "Yes sir." "Where do you stop?" "About a mile back." "How
long have you been here?" "No time," I answered, after a moment's
hesitation. "Come, my good fellow, tell us all about it. You're
running away, ain't you?" I saw he was a friend, and opened my heart
to him. "How long will it take you to get ready?" "Be here in half an
hour, sir." "Well, go along and get them." Off I started; but, before
I had run fifty feet, he called me back. "Stop," says he; "you go on
getting the grain in. When we get off, I'll lay to over opposite that
island, and send a boat back. There's a lot of regular nigger-catchers
in the town below, and they might suspect if you brought your party
out of the bush by daylight." I worked away with a will. Soon the two
or three hundred bushels of corn were aboard, the hatches fastened
down, the anchor raised, and the sails hoisted.

I watched the vessel with intense interest as she left her moorings.
Away she went before the free breeze. Already she seemed beyond the
spot at which the captain agreed to lay to, and still she flew along.
My heart sunk within me; so near deliverance, and again to have my
hopes blasted, again to be cast on my own resources. I felt that they
had been making a mock of my misery. The sun had sunk to rest, and
the purple and gold of the west were fading away into grey. Suddenly,
however, as I gazed with weary heart, the vessel swung round into the
wind, the sails flapped, and she stood motionless. A moment more, and
a boat was lowered from her stern, and with steady stroke made for the
point at which I stood. I felt that my hour of release had come. On
she came, and in ten minutes she rode up handsomely on to the beach.

My black friend and two sailors jumped out, and we started off at once
for my wife and children. To my horror, they were gone from the place
where I left them. Overpowered with fear, I supposed they had been
found and carried off. There was no time to lose, and the men told
me I would have to go alone. Just at the point of despair, however,
I stumbled on one of the children. My wife, it seemed, alarmed at my
long absence, had given up all for lost, and supposed I had fallen
into the hands of the enemy. When she heard my voice, mingled with
those of the others, she thought my captors were leading me back to
make me discover my family, and in the extremity of her terror she
had tried to hide herself. I had hard work to satisfy her. Our long
habits of concealment and anxiety had rendered her suspicious of every
one; and her agitation was so great that for a time she was incapable
of understanding what I said, and went on in a sort of paroxysm of
distress and fear. This, however, was soon over, and the kindness of
my companions did much to facilitate the matter.

And now we were off for the boat. It required little time to embark
our baggage--one convenience, at least, of having nothing. The men
bent their backs with a will, and headed steadily for a light hung
from the vessel's mast. I was praising God in my soul. Three hearty
cheers welcomed us as we reached the schooner, and never till my dying
day shall I forget the shout of the captain--he was a Scotchman--"Coom
up on deck, and clop your wings and craw like a rooster; you're a free
nigger as sure as the devil." Round went the vessel, the wind plunged
into her sails as though innoculated with the common feeling--the
water seethed and hissed passed her sides. Man and nature, and, more
than all, I felt the God of man and nature, who breathes love into the
heart and maketh the winds his ministers, were with us. My happiness,
that night, rose at times to positive pain. Unnerved by so sudden
a change from destitution and danger to such kindness and blessed
security, I wept like a child.

The next evening we reached Buffalo, but it was too late to cross
the river that night. "You see those trees," said the noble hearted
captain next morning, pointing to a group in the distance; "they grow
on free soil, and as soon as your feet touch that you're a _mon_. I
want to see you go and be a freeman. I'm poor myself, and have nothing
to give you; I only sail the boat for wages; but I'll see you across.
Here Green," said he to a ferryman; "what will you take this man and
his family over for--he's got no money?" "Three shillings." He then
took a dollar out of his pocket and gave it to me. Never shall I
forget the spirit in which he spoke. He put his hand on my head and
said, "Be a good fellow, won't you?" I felt streams of emotion running
down in electric courses from head to foot. "Yes," said I; "I'll use
my freedom well; I'll give my soul to God." He stood waving his hat
as we pushed off for the opposite shore. God bless him! God bless him
eternally! Amen!

It was the 28th of October, 1830, in the morning, when my feet first
touched the Canada shore. I threw myself on the ground, rolled in the
sand, seized handfuls of it and kissed them, and danced round till,
in the eyes of several who were present, I passed for a madman. "He's
some crazy fellow," said a Colonel Warren, who happened to be there.
"O, no, master! don't you know? I'm free!" He burst into a shout of
laughter. "Well, I never knew freedom make a man roll in the sand in
such a fashion." Still I could not control myself. I hugged and kissed
my wife and children, and, until the first exuberant burst of feeling
was over, went on as before.



CHAPTER XIV.

NEW SCENES AND A NEW HOME.

     A POOR MAN IN A STRANGE LAND.--BEGIN TO ACQUIRE
     PROPERTY.--RESUME PREACHING.--BOYS GO TO SCHOOL.--WHAT GAVE
     ME A DESIRE TO LEARN TO READ.--A DAY OF PRAYER IN THE WOODS.


There was not much time to be lost, though in frolic even, at this
extraordinary moment. I was a stranger in a strange land, and had to
look about me, at once, for refuge and resource. I found a lodging for
the night; and the next morning set about exploring the interior for
the means of support. I knew nothing about the country or the people;
but kept my eyes and ears open, and made such inquiries as opportunity
afforded. I heard, in the course of the day, of a Mr. Hibbard, who
lived some six or seven miles off, and who was a rich man, as riches
were counted there, with a large farm, and several small tenements
on it, which he was in the habit of letting to his laborers. To him
I went, immediately, though the character given him by his neighbors
was not, by any means, unexceptionably good. But I thought he was not,
probably, any worse than those I had been accustomed to serve, and
that I could get along with him, if honest and faithful work would
satisfy him. In the afternoon I found him, and soon struck a bargain
with him for employment. I asked him if there was any house where he
would let me live. He said "yes," and led the way to an old two-story
sort of shanty, into the lower story of which the pigs had broken, and
had apparently made it their resting-place for some time. Still, it
was a house, and I forthwith expelled the pigs, and set about cleaning
it for the occupancy of a better sort of tenants. With the aid of hoe
and shovel, hot water and a mop, I got the floor into a tolerable
condition by midnight, and only then did I rest from my labor. The
next day I brought the rest of the Hensons to _my house_, and though
there was nothing there but bare walls and floors, we were all in a
state of great delight, and my wife laughed and acknowledged that
it was worth while, and that it was better than a log cabin with an
earth-floor. I begged some straw of Mr. Hibbard, and confining it by
logs in the corners of the room, I made beds of it three feet thick,
upon which we reposed luxuriously after our long fatigues.

Another trial awaited me which I had not anticipated. In consequence
of the great exposures we had been through, my wife and all the
children fell sick; and it was not without extreme peril that they
escaped with their lives.

My employer soon found that my labor was of more value to him than
that of those he was accustomed to hire; and as I consequently gained
his favor, and his wife took quite a fancy to mine, we soon procured
some of the comforts of life, while the necessaries of food and fuel
were abundant. I remained with Mr. Hibbard three years, sometimes
working on shares, and sometimes for wages; and I managed in that
time to procure some pigs, a cow, and a horse. Thus my condition
gradually improved, and I felt that my toils and sacrifices for
freedom had not been in vain. Nor were my labors for the improvement
of myself and others, in more important things than food and clothing,
without effect. It so happened that one of my Maryland friends arrived
in this neighborhood, and hearing of my being here, inquired if I
ever preached now, and spread the reputation I had acquired elsewhere
for my gifts in the pulpit. I had said nothing myself, and had not
intended to say anything of my having ever officiated in that way. I
went to meeting with others, when I had an opportunity, and enjoyed
the quiet of the Sabbath when there was no assembly. I would not
refuse to labor in this field, however, when desired to do so; and
I hope it is no violation of modesty to state the fact, that I was
frequently called upon, not by blacks alone, but by all classes in
my vicinity--the comparatively educated, as well as the lamentably
ignorant--to speak to them on their duty, responsibility, and
immortality, on their obligations to their Maker, their Saviour, and
themselves.

It may, nay, I am aware it must, seem strange to many, that a man
so ignorant as myself, unable to read, and having heard so little
as I had of religion, natural or revealed, should be able to preach
acceptably to persons who had enjoyed greater advantages than myself.
I can explain it only by reference to our Saviour's comparison of the
kingdom of heaven to a plant which may spring from a seed no bigger
than a mustard-seed, and may yet reach such a size, that the birds of
the air may take shelter therein. Religion is not so much knowledge
as wisdom; and observation upon what passes without, and reflection
upon what passes within a man's heart, will give him a larger growth
in grace than is imagined by the devoted adherents of creeds, or the
confident followers of Christ, who call him "Lord, Lord," but do not
the things which he says.

Mr. Hibbard was good enough to give my eldest boy, Tom, two quarters'
schooling, to which the schoolmaster added more, of his own kindness,
so that my boy learned to read fluently and well. It was a great
advantage, not only to him, but to me; for I used to get him to read
much to me in the Bible, especially on Sunday mornings, when I was
going to preach; and I could easily commit to memory a few verses, or
a chapter, from hearing him read it over.

One beautiful summer Sabbath I rose early, and called him to come
and read to me. "Where shall I read, father?" "Anywhere, my son,"
I answered, for I knew not how to direct him. He opened upon Psalm
ciii. "Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his
holy name;" and as he read this beautiful outpouring of gratitude,
which I now first heard, my heart melted within me. I recalled, with
all the rapidity of which thought is capable, the whole current of
my life; and, as I remembered the dangers and afflictions from which
the Lord had delivered me, and compared my present condition with
what it had been, not only my heart but my eyes overflowed, and I
could neither check nor conceal the emotion which overpowered me. The
words, "Bless the Lord, O my soul," with which the Psalm begins and
ends, were all I needed, or could use, to express the fullness of my
thankful heart. When he had finished, Tom turned to me and asked,
"Father, who was David?" He had observed my excitement, and added, "He
writes pretty, don't he?" and then repeated his question. It was a
question I was utterly unable to answer. I had never heard of David,
but could not bear to acknowledge my ignorance to my own child. So I
answered evasively, "He was a man of God, my son." "I suppose so,"
said he, "but I want to know something more about him. Where did he
live? What did he do?" As he went on questioning me, I saw it was in
vain to attempt to escape, and so I told him frankly I did not know.
"Why, father," said he, "can't you read?" This was a worse question
than the other, and, if I had any pride in me at the moment, it took
it all out of me pretty quick. It was a direct question, and must
have a direct answer; so I told him at once I could not. "Why not?"
said he. "Because I never had an opportunity to learn, nor anybody to
teach me." "Well, you can learn now, father." "No, my son, I am too
old, and have not time enough. I must work all day, or you would not
have enough to eat." "Then you might do it at night." "But still there
is nobody to teach me. I can't afford to pay anybody for it, and, of
course, no one can do it for nothing." "Why, father, _I'll teach you_.
I can do it, I know. And then you'll know so much more that you can
talk better, and preach better." The little fellow was so earnest,
there was no resisting him; but it is hard to describe the conflicting
feelings within me at such a proposition from such a quarter. I was
delighted with the conviction that my children would have advantages
I had never enjoyed; but it was no slight mortification to think of
being instructed by a child of twelve years old. Yet ambition, and a
true desire to learn, for the good it would do my own mind, conquered
the shame, and I agreed to try. But I did not reach this state of
mind instantly.

I was greatly moved by the conversation I had with Tom, so much so
that I could not undertake to preach that day. The congregation were
disappointed, and I passed the Sunday in solitary reflection in the
woods. I was too much engrossed with the multitude of my thoughts
within me to return home to dinner, and spent the whole day in secret
meditation and prayer, trying to compose myself, and ascertain my
true position. It was not difficult to see that my predicament was
one of profound ignorance, and that I ought to use every opportunity
of enlightening it. I began to take lessons of Tom, therefore,
immediately, and followed it up every evening, by the light of a pine
knot, or some hickory bark, which was the only light I could afford.
Weeks passed, and my progress was so slow that poor Tom was almost
discouraged, and used to drop asleep sometimes, and whine a little
over my dullness, and talk to me very much as a schoolmaster talks
to a stupid boy, till I began to be afraid that my age, my want of
practice in looking at such little scratches, the daily fatigue, and
the dim light, would be effectual preventives of my ever acquiring the
art of reading. But Tom's perseverance and mine conquered at last, and
in the course of the winter I did really learn to read a little.

It was, and has been ever since, a great comfort to me to have made
this acquisition; though it has made me comprehend better the terrible
abyss of ignorance in which I had been plunged all my previous life.
It made me also feel more deeply and bitterly the oppression under
which I had toiled and groaned; but the crushing and cruel nature of
which I had not appreciated, till I found out, in some slight degree,
from what I had been debarred. At the same time it made me more
anxious than before to do something for the rescue and the elevation
of those who were suffering the same evils I had endured, and who did
not know how degraded and ignorant they really were.



CHAPTER XV.

LIFE IN CANADA.

     CONDITION OF THE BLACKS IN CANADA.--A TOUR OF
     EXPLORATION.--APPEAL TO THE LEGISLATURE.--IMPROVEMENTS.


After about three years had passed, I improved my condition again
by taking service with a gentleman by the name of Riseley, whose
residence was only a few miles distant, and who was a man of more
elevation of mind than Mr. Hibbard, and of superior abilities. At his
place I began to reflect, more and more, upon the circumstances of
the blacks, who were already somewhat numerous in this region. I was
not the only one who had escaped from the States, and had settled on
the first spot in Canada which they had reached. Several hundreds of
colored persons were in the neighborhood; and, in the first joy of
their deliverance, were going on in a way which, I could see, led to
little or no progress in improvement. They were content to have the
proceeds of their labor at their own command, and had not the ambition
for, or the perception of what was within their easy reach, if they
did but know it. They were generally working for hire upon the lands
of others, and had not yet dreamed of becoming independent proprietors
themselves. It soon became my great object to awaken them to a sense
of the advantages which were within their grasp; and Mr. Riseley,
seeing clearly the justness of my views, and willing to coöperate
with me in the attempt to make them generally known among the blacks,
permitted me to call meetings at his house of those who were known to
be among the most intelligent and successful of our class. At these
meetings we considered and discussed the subject, till we were all
of one mind; and it was agreed, among the ten or twelve of us who
assembled at them, that we would invest our earnings in land, and
undertake the task--which, though no light one certainly would yet
soon reward us for our effort--of settling upon wild lands which we
could call our own; and where every tree which we felled, and every
bushel of corn we raised, would be for ourselves; in other words,
where we could secure all the profits of our own labor.

The advantages of this course need not be dwelt upon, in a country
which is every day exemplifying it, and has done so for two
hundred years and more; and has, by this very means, acquired an
indestructible character for energy, enterprise, and self-reliance.
It was precisely the Yankee spirit which I wished to instill into
my fellow-slaves, if possible; and I was not deterred from the task
by the perception of the immense contrast in all the habits and
character generated by long ages of freedom and servitude, activity
and sloth, independence and subjection. My associates agreed with me,
and we resolved to select some spot among the many offered to our
choice, where we could colonize, and raise our own crops, eat our own
bread, and be, in short, our own masters. I was deputed to explore
the country, and find a place to which I would be willing to migrate
myself; and they all said they would go with me, whenever such a one
should be found. I set out accordingly in the autumn of 1834, and
travelled on foot all over the extensive region between lakes Ontario,
Erie, and Huron. When I came to the territory east of Lake St. Clair
and Detroit River, I was strongly impressed with its fertility, its
convenience, and, indeed, its superiority, for our purposes, to any
other spot I had seen. I determined this should be the place; and so
reported, on my return, to my future companions. They were wisely
cautious, however, and sent me off again in the summer, that I might
see it at the opposite seasons of the year, and be better able to
judge of its advantages. I found no reason to change my opinion, but
upon going farther towards the head of Lake Erie, I discovered an
extensive tract of government land, which, for some years, had been
granted to a Mr. McCormick upon certain conditions, and which he
had rented out to settlers upon such terms as he could obtain. This
land being already cleared, offered some advantages for the immediate
raising of crops, which were not to be overlooked by persons whose
resources were so limited as ours; and we determined to go there
first, for a time, and with the proceeds of what we could earn there,
to make our purchases in Dawn afterwards. This plan was followed,
and some dozen or more of us settled upon these lands the following
spring, and accumulated something by the crops of wheat and tobacco we
were able to raise.

I discovered, before long, that McCormick had not complied with the
conditions of his grant, and was not, therefore, entitled to the rent
he exacted from the settlers. I was advised by Sir John Cockburn,
to whom I applied on the subject, to appeal to the legislature for
relief. We did so; and though McCormick was able, by the aid of his
friends, to defeat us for one year, yet we succeeded the next, upon a
second appeal, and were freed from all rent thereafter, so long as we
remained. Still, this was not our own land. The government, though it
demanded no rent, might set up the land for sale at any time, and then
we should, probably, be driven off by wealthier purchasers, with the
entire loss of all our improvements, and with no retreat provided. It
was manifest that it was altogether better for us to purchase before
competition was invited; and we kept this fully in mind during the
time we stayed here. We remained in this position six or seven years;
and all this while the colored population was increasing rapidly
around us, and spreading very fast into the interior settlements and
the large towns. The immigration from the United Sates was incessant,
and some, I am not unwilling to admit, were brought hither with my
knowledge and connivance; and I will now proceed to give a short
account of the plans and operations I had arranged for the liberation
of some of my brethren, which I hope may prove interesting to the
reader.



CHAPTER XVI.

CONDUCTING SLAVES TO CANADA.

     SYMPATHY FOR THE SLAVES.--JAMES LIGHTFOOT.--MY
     FIRST MISSION TO THE SOUTH.--A KENTUCKY COMPANY OF
     FUGITIVES.--SAFE AT HOME.


The degraded and hopeless condition of a slave, can never be properly
felt by him while he remains in such a position. After I had tasted
the blessings of freedom, my mind reverted to those whom I knew were
groaning in captivity, and I at once proceeded to take measures to
free as many as I could. I thought that, by using exertion, numbers
might make their escape as I did, if they had some practical advice
how to proceed.

I was once attending a very large meeting at Fort Erie, at which a
great many colored people were present. In the course of my preaching
I tried to impress upon them the importance of the obligations they
were under; first, to God, for their deliverance; and then, secondly,
to their fellow-men, to do all that was in their power to bring others
out of bondage. In the congregation was a man named James Lightfoot,
who was of a very active temperament, and had obtained his freedom by
fleeing to Canada, but had never thought of his family and friends
whom he had left behind, until the time he heard me speaking, although
he himself had been free for some five years. However, that day the
cause was brought home to his heart. When the service was concluded he
begged to have an interview with me, to which I gladly acceded, and
an arrangement was made for further conversation on the same subject
one week from that time. He then informed me where he came from,
also to whom he belonged, and that he had left behind a dear father
and mother, three sisters and four brothers; and that they lived on
the Ohio River, not far from the city of Maysville. He said that he
never saw his duty towards them to be so clear and unmistakeable as
he did at that time, and professed himself ready to coöperate in any
measures that might be devised for their release. During the short
period of his freedom he had accumulated some little property, the
whole of which, he stated, he would cheerfully devote to carrying out
those measures; for he had not had any rest, night nor day, since the
meeting above mentioned.

I was not able at that time to propose what was best to be done,
and thus we parted; but in a few days he came to see me again on
the same errand. Seeing the agony of his heart in behalf of his
kindred, I consented to commence the painful and dangerous task of
endeavoring to free those whom he so much loved. I left my own family
in the hands of no other save God, and commenced the journey alone,
on foot, and travelled thus about four hundred miles. But the Lord
furnished me with strength sufficient for the undertaking. I passed
through the States of New York, Pennsylvania, and Ohio--free States,
so called--and crossed the Ohio River into Kentucky, and ultimately
found his friends in the place he had described.

I was an entire stranger to them, but I took with me a small token
of their brother who was gone, which they at once recognized; and
this was to let them know that he had gone to Canada, the land of
freedom, and had now sent a friend to assist them in making their
escape. This created no little excitement. But his parents had become
so far advanced in years that they could not undertake the fatigue;
his sisters had a number of children, and they could not travel; his
four brothers and a nephew were young men, and sufficiently able for
the journey, but the thought of leaving their father, and mother, and
sisters, was too painful; and they also considered it unsafe to make
the attempt then, for fear that the excitement and grief of their
friends might betray them; so they declined going at that time, but
promised that they would go in a year, if I would return for them.

To this I assented, and then went between forty and fifty miles
into the interior of Kentucky, having heard that there was a large
party ready to attempt their escape, if they had a leader to direct
their movements. I travelled by night, resting by day, and at length
reached Bourbon County, the place where I expected to find these
people. After a delay of about a week, spent in discussing plans,
making arrangements, and other matters, I found that there were about
thirty collected from different States, who were disposed to make
the attempt. At length, on a Saturday night, we started. The agony
of parting can be better conceived than described; as, in their
case, husbands were leaving their wives, mothers their children, and
children their parents. This, at first sight, will appear strange, and
even incredible; but, when we take into consideration the fact, that
at any time they were liable to be separated, by being sold to what
are termed "nigger traders," and the probability that such an event
would take place, it will, I think, cease to excite any surprise.

We succeeded in crossing the Ohio River in safety, and arrived in
Cincinnati the third night after our departure. Here we procured
assistance; and, after stopping a short time to rest, we started
for Richmond, Indiana. This is a town which had been settled by
Quakers, and there we found friends indeed, who at once helped us on
our way, without loss of time; and after a difficult journey of two
weeks, through the wilderness, we reached Toledo, Ohio, a town on
the south-western shore of Lake Erie, and there we took passage for
Canada, which we reached in safety. I then went home to my family,
taking with me a part of this large party, the rest finding their
friends scattered in other towns, perfectly satisfied with my conduct
in the matter, in being permitted to be the instrument of freeing such
a number of my fellow-creatures.



CHAPTER XVII.

SECOND JOURNEY ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

     A SHOWER OF STARS.--KENTUCKIANS.--A STRATAGEM.--A
     PROVIDENCE.--CONDUCTED ACROSS THE MIAMI RIVER BY A
     COW.--ARRIVAL AT CINCINNATI.--ONE OF THE PARTY TAKEN
     ILL.--WE LEAVE HIM TO DIE.--MEET A "FRIEND."--A POOR WHITE
     MAN.--A STRANGE IMPRESSION.--ONCE MORE IN CANADA.


I remained at home, working on my farm, until the next autumn, soon
after which time I had promised to assist in the restoring to liberty
the friends of James Lightfoot, the individual who had excited my
sympathy at the meeting at Fort Erie. In pursuance of this promise, I
again started on my long journey into Kentucky.

On my way, that strange occurrence happened, called the great meteoric
shower. The heavens seemed broken up into streaks of light and
falling stars. I reached Lancaster, Ohio, about three o'clock in the
morning, and found the village aroused, and the bells ringing, and the
people exclaiming, "The day of judgment is come!" I thought it was
probably so; but felt that I was in the right business, and walked on
through the village, leaving the terrified people behind. The stars
continued to fall till the light of the sun appeared.

On arriving at Portsmouth, in the State of Ohio, I had a very narrow
escape from being detected. The place was frequented by a number of
Kentuckians, who were quite ready to suspect a colored man, if they
saw anything unusual about him. I reached Portsmouth in the morning,
and waited until two in the afternoon for the steamboat, so that I
might not arrive in Maysville till after dark. While in the town I was
obliged to resort to a stratagem, in order to avoid being questioned
by the Kentuckians I saw in the place. To this end I procured some
dried leaves, put them into a cloth and bound it all round my face,
reaching nearly to my eyes, and pretended to be so seriously affected
in my head and teeth as not to be able to speak. I then hung around
the village till time for the evening boat, so as to arrive at
Maysville in the night. I was accosted by several during my short
stay in Portsmouth, who appeared very anxious to get some particulars
from me as to who I was, where I was going, and to whom I belonged.
To all their numerous inquiries I merely shook my head, mumbled out
indistinct answers, and acted so that they could not get anything out
of me; and, by this artifice, I succeeded in avoiding any unpleasant
consequences. I got on board the boat and reached Maysville, Kentucky,
in the evening, about a fortnight from the time I had left Canada.

On landing a wonderful providence happened to me. The second person
I met in the street was Jefferson Lightfoot, brother of the James
Lightfoot previously mentioned, and one of the party who had promised
to escape if I would assist them. He stated that they were still
determined to make the attempt, and the following Saturday night was
named to put it into execution, and preparations for the journey were
at once commenced. The reason why Saturday night was chosen on this
and the previous occasion was, that from not having to labor the next
day, and being allowed to visit their families, they would not be
missed until the time came for their usual appearance in the field, at
which period they would be some eighty or a hundred miles away. During
the interval I had to keep myself concealed by day, and used to meet
them by night to make the necessary arrangements.

For fear of being detected, they started off without bidding their
father or mother farewell, and then, in order to prevent the hounds
from following on our trail, we seized a skiff, a little below the
city, and made our way down the river. It was not the shortest way,
but it was the surest.

It was sixty-five miles from Maysville to Cincinnati, and we thought
we could reach that city before daylight, and then take the stage
for Sandusky. Our boat sprung a leak before we had got half way, and
we narrowly escaped being drowned; providentially, however, we got
to the shore before the boat sunk. We then took another boat, but
this detention prevented us from arriving at Cincinnati in time for
the stage. Day broke upon us when we were about ten miles above the
city, and we were compelled to leave our boat from fear of being
apprehended. This was an anxious time. However, we had got so far away
that we knew there was no danger of being discovered by the hounds,
and we thought we would go on foot. When we got within seven miles of
Cincinnati, we came to the Miami River, and we could not reach the
city without crossing it.

This was a great barrier to us, for the water appeared to be deep,
and we were afraid to ask the loan of a boat, being apprehensive it
might lead to our detection. We went first up and then down the river,
trying to find a convenient crossing place, but failed. I then said to
my company, "Boys, let us go up the river and try again." We started,
and after going about a mile we saw a cow coming out of a wood, and
going to the river as though she intended to drink. Then said I,
"Boys, let us go and see what that cow is about, it may be that she
will tell us some news." I said this in order to cheer them up. One of
them replied, in rather a peevish way, "Oh that cow can't talk;" but I
again urged them to come on. The cow remained until we approached her
within a rod or two; she then walked into the river, and went straight
across without swimming, which caused me to remark, "The Lord sent
that cow to show us where to cross the river!" This has always seemed
to me to be a very wonderful event.

Having urged our way with considerable haste, we were literally
saturated with perspiration, though it was snowing at the time, and my
companions thought that it would be highly dangerous for us to proceed
through the water, especially as there was a large quantity of ice in
the river. But as it was a question of life or death with us, there
was no time left for reasoning; I therefore advanced--they reluctantly
following. The youngest of the Lightfoots ere we had reached midway
of the river, was seized with violent contraction of the limbs, which
prevented further self-exertion on his part; he was, therefore,
carried the remainder of the distance. After resorting to continued
friction, he partially recovered, and we proceeded on our journey.

We reached Cincinnati about eleven on Sunday morning--too late for
the stage that day; but having found some friends, we hid ourselves
until Monday evening, when we recommenced our long and toilsome
journey, through mud, rain, and snow, towards Canada. We had increased
our distance about 100 miles, by going out of our road to get among
the Quakers. During our passage through the woods, the boy before
referred to was taken alarmingly ill, and we were compelled to
proceed with him on our backs; but finding this mode of conveying him
exceedingly irksome, we constructed a kind of litter with our shirts
and handkerchiefs laid across poles. By this time we got into the
State of Indiana, so that we could travel by day as long as we kept
to the woods. Our patient continued to get worse, and it appeared,
both to himself and to us all, that death would soon release him from
his sufferings. He therefore begged to be left in some secluded spot,
to die alone, as he feared that the delay occasioned by his having to
be carried through the bush, might lead to the capture of the whole
company. With very considerable reluctance we acceded to his request,
and laid him in a sheltered place, with a full expectation that death
would soon put an end to his sufferings. The poor fellow expressed
his readiness to meet the last struggle in hope of eternal life. Sad,
indeed, was the parting; and it was with difficulty we tore ourselves
away.

We had not, however, proceeded more than two miles on our journey,
when one of the brothers of the dying man made a sudden stop, and
expressed his inability to proceed whilst he had the consciousness
that he had left his brother to perish, in all probability, a prey
to the devouring wolves. His grief was so great that we determined
to return, and at length reached the spot, where we found the poor
fellow apparently dying, moaning out with every breath a prayer to
heaven. Words cannot describe the joyousness experienced by the
Lightfoots when they saw their poor afflicted brother once more; they
literally danced for joy. We at once prepared to resume our journey
as we best could, and once more penetrated the bush. After making
some progress, we saw, at a little distance on the road, a wagon
approaching, and I immediately determined to ascertain whether some
assistance could not be obtained.

I at length circumvented the road, so as to make it appear that I
had been journeying in an opposite direction to that which the wagon
was taking. When I came up with the driver, I bade him good day.
He said, "Where is thee going?" "To Canada." I saw his coat, heard
his _thee_ and _thou_, and set him down for a Quaker. I therefore
plainly told him our circumstances. He at once stopped his horses,
and expressed his willingness to assist us. I returned to the place
where my companions were in waiting for me, and soon had them in the
presence of the Quaker. Immediately on viewing the sufferer he was
moved to tears, and without delay turned his horses' heads, to proceed
in the direction of his home, although he had intended to go to a
distant market with a load of produce for sale. The reception we met
with from the Quaker's family overjoyed our hearts, and the transports
with which the poor men looked upon their brother, now so favorably
circumstanced, cannot be described.

We remained with this happy family for the night, and received from
them every kindness. It was arranged that the boy should remain behind
until, through the blessing of God, he should recover. We were kindly
provided by them with a sack of biscuit and a joint of meat, and once
more set our faces in the direction of Lake Erie.

After proceeding some distance on our road, we perceived a white man
approaching, but as he was travelling alone, and on foot, we were not
alarmed at his presence. It turned out that he had been residing for
some time in the South, and although a free man, his employers had
attempted to castigate him; in return for which he had used violence,
which made it necessary that he should at once escape. We travelled
in company, and found that his presence was of signal service to us
in delivering us out of the hands of the slave-hunters who were now
on our track, and eagerly grasping after their prey. We had resolved
on reaching the lake, a distance of forty miles, by the following
morning; we, therefore, walked all night.

Just as the day was breaking, we reached a wayside tavern, immediately
contiguous to the lake, and our white companion having knocked up
the landlord, ordered breakfast for six. Whilst our breakfast was in
course of preparation, we dosed off into slumber, wearied with our
long-continued exertion.

Just as our breakfast was ready, whilst half asleep and half awake,
an impression came forcibly upon me that danger was nigh, and that I
must at once leave the house. I immediately urged my companions to
follow me out, which they were exceedingly unwilling to do; but as
they had promised me submission, they at length yielded to my request.
We retired to the yard at the side of the house, and commenced washing
ourselves with the snow, which was now up to our knees. Presently
we heard the tramping of horses, and were at once warned of the
necessity of secreting ourselves. We crept beneath a pile of bushes
which were lying close at hand, which permitted a full view of the
road. The horsemen came to a dead stop at the door of the house,
and commenced their inquiries; my companions at once recognized the
parties on horseback, and whispered their names to me. This was a
critical moment, and the loud beatings of their hearts testified the
dreadful alarm with which they viewed the scene. Had we been within
doors, we should have been inevitably sacrificed. Our white friend
proceeded to the door in advance of the landlord, and maintained his
position. He was at once interrogated by the slave-hunters whether
he had seen any negroes pass that way. He said, yes, he thought he
had. Their number was demanded, and they were told about six, and
that they were proceeding in the direction of Detroit; and that they
might be some few miles on the road. They at once reined their horses,
which were greatly fatigued, through having been ridden all night,
and were soon out of sight. We at length ventured into the house, and
devoured breakfast in an incredibly short space of time. After what
had transpired, the landlord became acquainted with our circumstances,
and at once offered to sail us in his boat across to Canada. We were
happy enough to have such an offer, and soon the white sail of our
little bark was laying to the wind, and we were gliding along on our
way, with the land of liberty in full view. Words cannot describe the
feelings experienced by my companions as they neared the shore;--their
bosoms were swelling with inexpressible joy as they mounted the seats
of the boat, ready, eagerly, to spring forward, that they might touch
the soil of the freeman. And when they reached the shore, they danced
and wept for joy, and kissed the earth on which they first stepped, no
longer the SLAVE--but the FREE.

After the lapse of a few months, on one joyous Sabbath morning, I had
the happiness of clasping the poor boy we had left in the kind care of
the Quaker, no longer attenuated in frame, but robust and healthy, and
surrounded by his family. Thus my joy was consummated, and superadded
was the blessing of those who were ready to perish, which came upon
me. It is one of the greatest sources of my happiness to know, that
by similar means to those above narrated, I have been instrumental in
delivering _one hundred and eighteen_ human beings out of the cruel
and merciless grasp of the slaveholder.

Mr. Frank Taylor, the owner of the Lightfoots, whose escape I have
just narrated, soon after he missed his slaves, fell ill, and became
quite deranged; but, on recovering, he was persuaded by his friends
to free the remainder of the family of the Lightfoots, which he at
length did; and, after a short lapse of time, they all met each other
in Canada, where they are now living.



CHAPTER XVIII.

HOME AT DAWN.

     CONDITION IN CANADA.--EFFORTS IN BEHALF OF MY PEOPLE.--REV.
     MR. WILSON.--A CONVENTION OF BLACKS.--MANUAL-LABOR SCHOOL.


I did not find that our prosperity increased with our numbers.
The mere delight the slave took in his freedom, rendered him, at
first, contented with a lot far inferior to that which he might have
attained. Then his ignorance led him to make unprofitable bargains,
and he would often hire wild land on short terms, and bind himself
to clear a certain number of acres; and by the time they were clear
and fitted for cultivation, his lease was out, and his landlord
would come in, and raise a splendid crop on the new land; and the
tenant would, very likely, start again on just such another bargain,
and be no better off at the end of ten years than he was at the
beginning. Another way in which they lost the profits of their labor
was by raising nothing but tobacco, the high price of which was very
tempting, and the cultivation of which was a monopoly in their hands,
as no white man understood it, or could compete with them at all. The
consequence was, however, that they had nothing but tobacco to sell;
there was rather too much of it in the market, and the price of wheat
rose, while their commodity was depressed; and they lost all they
should have saved, in the profit they gave the trader for his corn and
stores.

I saw the effect of these things so clearly that I could not help
trying to make my friends and neighbors see it too; and I set
seriously about the business of lecturing upon the subject of crops,
wages, and profit, just as if I had been brought up to it. I insisted
on the necessity of their raising their own crops, saving their own
wages, and securing the profits of their own labor, with such plain
arguments as occurred to me, and were as clear to their comprehension
as to mine. I did this very openly; and, frequently, my audience
consisted in part of the very traders whose inordinate profits upon
individuals I was trying to diminish, but whose balance of profit
would not be ultimately lessened, because they would have so many more
persons to trade with, who would be able to pay them a reasonable
advance in cash, or its equivalent, on all their purchases. The purse
is a tender part of the system; but I handled it so gently, that
the sensible portion of my natural opponents were not, I believe,
offended; while those whom I wished to benefit saw, for the most part,
the propriety of my advice, and took it. At least, there are now great
numbers of settlers, in this region of Canada, who own their farms,
and are training up their children in true independence, and giving
them a good elementary education, who had not taken a single step
towards such a result before I began to talk to them.

While I remained at Colchester, I became acquainted with a
Congregational missionary from Massachusetts, by the name of Hiram
Wilson, who took an interest in our people, and was disposed to do
what he could to promote the cause of improvement which I had so much
at heart. He coöperated with me in many efforts, and I have been
associated with him from 1836 to the present time. He has been a
faithful friend, and still continues his important labors of love in
our behalf. Among other things which he did for us then, he wrote to a
Quaker friend of his, an Englishman, by the name of James C. Fuller,
residing at Skeneateles, New York, and endeavored to interest him in
the welfare of our struggling population.

He succeeded so far, that Mr. Fuller, who was going on a visit to
England, promised to do what he could among his friends there, to
induce them to aid us. He came back with fifteen hundred dollars
which had been subscribed for our benefit. It was a great question
how this sum, which sounded vast to many of my brethren, should be
appropriated. I had my own opinion pretty decidedly as to what it was
best for us all to do with it. But, in order to come to a satisfactory
conclusion, the first thing to be done was to call a convention of
delegates from every settlement of blacks that was within reach; that
all might see that whatever was decided on, was sanctioned by the
disinterested votes of those who were thought by their companions,
best able to judge what was expedient. Mr. Wilson and myself called
such a convention, therefore, to meet in London, Upper Canada, and it
was held in June, 1838.

I urged the appropriation of the money to the establishment of a
manual-labor school, where our children could be taught those elements
of knowledge which are usually the occupations of a grammar-school;
and where the boys could be taught, in addition, the practice of some
mechanic art, and the girls could be instructed in those domestic
arts which are the proper occupation and ornament of their sex.
Such an establishment would train up those who would afterwards
instruct others; and we should thus gradually become independent
of the white man for our intellectual progress, as we might be also
for our physical prosperity. It was the more necessary, as in many
districts, owing to the insurmountable prejudices of the inhabitants,
the children of the blacks were not allowed to share the advantages
of the common school. There was some opposition to this plan in the
convention; but in the course of the discussion, which continued for
three days, it appeared so obviously for the advantage of all to
husband this donation, so as to preserve it for a purpose of permanent
utility, that the proposal was, at last, unanimously adopted; and a
committee of three was appointed to select and purchase a sight for
the establishment. Mr. Wilson and myself were the active members of
this committee, and after traversing the country for several months,
we could find no place more suitable than that upon which I had had my
eye for three or four years, for a permanent settlement, in the town
of Dawn.

We therefore bought two hundred acres of fine rich land, on the river
Sydenham, covered with a heavy growth of black walnut and white wood,
at four dollars the acre. I had made a bargain for two hundred acres
adjoining this lot, on my own account; and circumstances favored me
so, that the man of whom I purchased was glad to let me have them at
a large discount from the price I had agreed to pay, if I would give
him cash for the balance I owed him. I transferred a portion of the
advantage of this bargain to the institution, by selling to it one
hundred acres more, at the low price at which I obtained them.

In 1842 I removed with my family to Dawn, and as a considerable number
of my friends are there about me, and the school is permanently fixed
there, the future importance of this settlement seems to be decided.
There are many other settlements which are considerable; and, indeed,
the colored population is scattered over a territory which does not
fall far short of three hundred miles in extent, in each direction,
and probably numbers not less than twenty thousand persons in all.
We look to the school, and the possession of landed property by
individuals, as two great means of the elevation of our oppressed
and degraded race to a participation in the blessings, as they have
hitherto been permitted to share only the miseries and vices, of
civilization.

My efforts to aid them, in every way in my power, and to procure
the aid of others for them, have been constant. I have made many
journeys into New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Maine, in all
of which States I have found or made some friends to the cause, and,
I hope, some personal friends. I have received many liberal gifts,
and experienced much kindness of treatment; but I must be allowed to
allude particularly to the donations received from Boston--by which
we have been enabled to erect a saw-mill, and thus to begin in good
earnest the clearing of our lands, and to secure a profitable return
for the support of our school--as among those which have been most
welcome and valuable to us.

Some of the trips I have made, have led to some incidents and
observations which must be the theme of a future chapter.



CHAPTER XIX.

LUMBERING OPERATIONS.

     INDUSTRIAL PROJECT.--FIND SOME ABLE FRIENDS IN
     BOSTON.--PROCURE FUNDS AND CONSTRUCT A SAW-MILL.--SALES OF
     LUMBER IN BOSTON.--INCIDENT IN THE CUSTOM HOUSE.


The land on which we settled in Canada was covered with a beautiful
forest of noble trees of various kinds. Our people were accustomed to
cut them down and burn them on the ground, simply to get rid of them.
Often as I roamed through the forest, I was afflicted at seeing such
waste, and longed to devise some means of converting this abundant
natural wealth into money, so as to improve the condition of the
people.

Full of this subject, I left my home on a journey of observation
through the State of New York, and New England. I kept my purposes to
myself, not breathing a word of my intentions to any mortal. I found
in New York, mills where precisely such logs as those in Canada were
sawed into lumber, which I learned commanded large prices. In New
England I found a ready market for the black walnut, white wood, and
other lumber, such as abounded and was wasted in Canada.

On reaching Boston, Mass. I made known these facts and my feelings to
some philanthropic gentlemen with whom I had become acquainted. It
cannot be improper for me to mention the names of these gentlemen,
who lent so ready an ear to my representations, and placed so much
confidence in my judgment, as to furnish me with the means of starting
what has since proved a very profitable enterprise.

Rev. Ephraim Peabody introduced me to Samuel Eliot, Esq., who was
kind enough to examine carefully into all my representations, and
to draw up a sketch of them, which was afterwards presented to Amos
Lawrence, Esq., and others. By means of this a collection of money
to aid me was made, to which many of the leading gentleman of Boston
contributed, amounting to about fourteen hundred dollars.

With this money I returned to Canada, and immediately set myself
about building a saw-mill in Camden (then Dawn). The improvement in
the surrounding section was astonishing. The people began to labor,
and the progress in clearing up and cultivating the land was quite
cheering.

But after the frame-work of my mill was completed and covered, my
scanty funds were exhausted. This was a trying time. I had begun the
work in faith, I had expended the money honestly, and to the best of
my judgment, and now should the whole enterprise fail? I immediately
returned to my Boston friends. Amos Lawrence, H. Ingersoll Bowditch,
and Samuel A. Elliot, Esqs., listened to me again, and gave me to
understand that they deemed me an honest man. They encouraged me in my
business enterprise, and the approval of such men was like balm to my
soul. They endorsed a note for me and put it into the bank, by which
I was enabled to borrow, on my own responsibility, about eighteen
hundred dollars more. With this I soon completed the mill, stocked
it with machinery, and had the pleasure of seeing it in successful
operation. I ought here to add, that the mill was not my own private
property, but belonged to an association, which established an
excellent manual-labor school, where many children and youth of both
sexes have been educated. The school was well attended by both colored
children, whites, and some Indians.

This enterprise having been completed to a great extent by my own
labor and the labor of my own sons, who took charge of the mill, I
immediately began to consider how I could discharge my pecuniary
obligations. I chartered a vessel, and loaded it with eighty thousand
feet of good prime black walnut lumber, sawed in our mill, and
contracted with the captain to deliver it for me at Oswego, N. Y.
I entered into a contract there with a party to have it delivered
at Boston, but the party having forwarded it to New York, failed to
carry it any farther. There great efforts were made to cheat me out of
the lumber, but, by the good friendship of Mr. Lawrence, of Boston,
who furnished me the means of having it re-shipped, I succeeded in
bringing the whole eighty thousand feet safe to Boston, where I sold
it to Mr. Jonas Chickering for forty-five dollars per thousand feet.
The proceeds paid all expenses, and would have cancelled all the debts
I had incurred; but my friends insisted that I should retain a part of
the funds for future use. After that, I brought another large load of
lumber by the same route.

The next season I brought a large cargo by the river St. Lawrence,
which came direct to Boston, where, without the aid of any agent or
third party whatever, I paid my own duties, got the lumber through
the Custom House, and sold it at a handsome profit. A little incident
occurred when paying the duties, which has often since afforded me
a great deal of amusement. The Fugitive Slave Law had just been
passed in the United States, which made it quite an offence to harbor
or render aid to a fugitive slave. When the Custom House officer
presented his bill to me for the duties on my lumber, I jokingly
remarked to him that perhaps he would render himself liable to trouble
if he should have dealings with a fugitive slave, and if so I would
relieve him of the trouble of taking my money. "Are you a fugitive
slave, Sir?" "Yes, Sir," said I; "and perhaps you had better not have
any dealings with me." "I have nothing to do with that," said the
official; "there is your bill. You have acted like a man, and I deal
with you as a man." I enjoyed the scene, and the bystanders seemed to
relish it, and I paid him the money.

I look back upon the enterprise related in this chapter with a great
deal of pleasure, for the mill which was then built introduced an
entire change in the appearance of that section of the country, and in
the habits of the people.



CHAPTER XX.

VISIT TO ENGLAND.

     DEBT ON THE INSTITUTION.--A NEW PECUNIARY
     ENTERPRISE.--LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION TO
     ENGLAND.--PERSONAL DIFFICULTIES.--CALLED AN
     IMPOSTER.--TRIUMPHANT VICTORY OVER THESE TROUBLES.


My interest in the Manual Labor School in Dawn, was the means of
my visiting England. No one who has never engaged in such business
can have any idea of the many difficulties connected with so great
an enterprise. In spite of all the efforts of the Association, a
debt of about seven thousand five hundred dollars rested upon it. A
meeting of its trustees and friends, in the year 1849, was called to
consider its condition, and to devise, if possible, some means for
its relief. After a long discussion of the matter, it was finally
determined to separate the concern into two departments, and put
it under the charge of two parties, the one to take the mill and a
certain portion of the land for four years, and to pay all the debts
of the institution in that time; and the other party to take the other
buildings and land, and to conduct the school.

A certain party was found willing to assume the school. But who would
be enterprising enough to take the mill for four years encumbered with
a debt of seven thousand five hundred dollars was a very important
question.

On consideration, having a secret project in my own mind, I concluded
to do it, provided that Mr. Peter B. Smith would assume an equal share
of the responsibility, and attend to the business of the mill. He
readily consented.

My project was to go to England, carrying with me some of the best
specimens of black walnut boards our farm would produce, and to
exhibit them in the great World's Industrial Exhibition, then in
session at London, and perhaps negotiate for the sale of lumber.
I accordingly left for England, being readily furnished with very
complimentary letters of introduction to such men as Thomas Binney,
Samuel Gurney, Lord Brougham, Hon. Abbot Lawrence, then American
Minister to England, from Rev. John Rolfe, of Toronto, Chief Justice
Robinson, Sir Allen McNab, Col. John Prince, Rev. Dr. Duffield,
of Detroit, Michigan, Judge Conant, of the same city, Hon. Ross
Wilkinson, U. S. Judge, residing also in Detroit, Hon. Charles
Sumner and Amos Lawrence, Esq., of Massachusetts. From the gentlemen
above mentioned I had in England a most cordial reception, and was
immediately introduced to the very best society in the kingdom.

I regret exceedingly to make any allusions to personal difficulties,
or to individuals that have pursued an unjust and unchristian course
towards me or others, but I cannot give anything like a correct view
of this part of my history without, at least, a brief allusion, which
shall be as delicate as I can make it, to some difficulties.

It was undoubtedly the plan of certain individuals of the party who
assumed the care of the school, probably from unworthy sectarian
feelings, to obtain entire possession of the property of the
association, or certainly, completely to destroy my influence over it,
and connection with it.

Much to my astonishment, therefore, when I had arrived in England,
and had been cordially received by the men above mentioned, and had
preached in the pulpits of such men as Rev. Messrs. Thomas Binney,
Baptist Noel, William Brock, James Sherman, George Smith, Dr. Burns,
in London, and had already introduced my enterprise before a portion
of the British public, I was confronted by a printed and published
circular, to the following effect: "That one styling himself Rev.
Josiah Henson was an impostor, obtaining money under false pretences;
that he could exhibit no good credentials; that whatever money he
might obtain would not be appropriated according to the wish of the
donors, and that the said Josiah Henson was an artful, skilful,
and eloquent man, and would probably deceive the public." This was
a severe blow, but fortunately I had already requested my friends
to appoint a committee of twelve persons to examine carefully into
the merits of my enterprise, which committee should appoint a
sub-committee of three, and a treasurer, to receive every farthing
contributed to me by the public, and to appropriate it only as they
should deem proper. This committee had been appointed, and consisted
of Samuel Gurney, Samuel Gurney, Junior, Samuel Marley, Esq., George
Hitchcock, Esq., Rev. James Sherman, Rev. Thomas Binney, Rev.
John Branch, Eusebius Smith, Esq., John Scobell, Secretary of the
British and Foreign Anti-slavery Society, Lord Ashley (now Earl of
Shaftsbury), George Sturge, and Thomas Sturge. The sub-committee of
three were, John Scobell, Rev. John Branch, and Eusebius Smith, who
appointed Samuel Gurney, Junior, treasurer. Many of the above names
are known throughout the world.

When the above attack was made upon me, a meeting of those interested
in my cause was called, and my accuser, who was in the country, was
requested to meet me face to face.

I forbear to mention his name, or to describe particularly the sources
of this trouble, because I do not wish to injure the feelings of any
person. The name, however, I can at any time give. I believe all the
difficulty arose from little petty jealousies, fostered, perhaps, by
the unworthy influences of slavery, over the misguided people who were
for a time misled by false representations.

We met before a company of English gentlemen, who heard all that my
accuser had to say. They asked me for a reply. I simply re-stated to
them all the facts I had previously made known. I reminded them that
a man who devotes himself to do good, must and will be misunderstood
and have enemies. I called their attention to the misinterpretation of
their own motives made by their enemies. I then related to them the
parable of Christ about the wheat and the tares. My recommendatory
letters were re-read--a sufficient reply to the allegation that I was
an impostor.

They were pleased to assure me of their entire satisfaction; but
to give perfect quiet to the public they determined, at their own
expense, to send an agent to Canada, to make a full inquiry into the
matter, and advised me to accompany him. Accordingly John Scobell and
myself started for Canada immediately. I had already collected nearly
seventeen hundred dollars, which, of course, remained in the hands of
the treasurer.

A mass meeting, of all interested in the matter, was called in the
institution on the premises. A large assemblage met, and Rev. John
Rolfe of Toronto, presided. A thorough examination into the records
of the institution was made. The originator of the slander against
me denied having made it; it was proved upon him, and the whole
convention unanimously repudiated the false charges. Mr. Scobell
remained in Canada about three months, and before leaving, sent me
a letter, informing me that whenever I should see fit to return to
England, I should find in the hands of Amos Lawrence, Esq., of Boston,
a draft to defray the expenses of the journey. Accordingly, in the
latter part of 1851, I returned.

The ground was now prepared for me, and I reaped an abundant harvest.
The whole debt of the institution was cancelled in a few months, when
I was recalled to Canada by the fatal illness of my wife. Several very
interesting occurrences happened during my stay in England, which I
must relate in another chapter.



CHAPTER XXI.

THE WORLD'S FAIR IN LONDON.

     MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE GREAT EXHIBITION.--DIFFICULTY WITH
     THE AMERICAN SUPERINTENDENT.--HAPPY RELEASE.--THE GREAT
     CROWD.--A CALL FROM THE QUEEN.--MEDAL AWARDED TO ME.


I have already mentioned that the first idea which suggested to me the
plan of going to England, was to exhibit, at the Great World's Fair,
in London, some of the best specimens of our black walnut lumber,
in the hope that it might lead to some sales in England. For this
purpose I selected some of the best boards out of the cargo which I
had brought to Boston, which Mr. Chickering was kind enough to have
properly packed in boxes, and sent to England in the American ship
which carried the American products for exhibition. The boards which I
selected were four in number, excellent specimens, about seven feet
in length and four feet in width, of beautiful grain and texture. On
their arrival in England, I had them planed and perfectly polished, in
French style, so that they actually shone like a mirror.

The history of my connection with the World's Fair is a little
amusing. Because my boards happened to be carried over in the American
ship, the superintendent of the American Department, who was from
Boston, (I think his name was Riddle), insisted that my lumber should
be exhibited in the American department. To this I objected. I was
a citizen of Canada, and my boards were from Canada, and there was
an apartment of the building appropriated to Canadian products. I
therefore insisted that my boards should be removed from the American
Department, to the Canadian. But, said the American, "You cannot
do it. All these things are under my control. You can exhibit what
belongs to you if you please, but not a single thing here must be
moved an inch without my consent."

This was rather a damper to me. I thought his position was rather
absurd, but how to move him or my boards seemed just then beyond my
control.

A happy thought, however, occurred to me. Thought I, if this Yankee
wants to retain my furniture, the world shall know who it belongs to.
I accordingly hired a painter to paint in good large white letters
on the tops of my boards: "THIS IS THE PRODUCT OF THE INDUSTRY
OF A FUGITIVE SLAVE FROM THE UNITED STATES, WHOSE RESIDENCE IS DAWN,
CANADA." This was done early in the morning. In due time the
American superintendent came around, and found me at my post. The gaze
of astonishment with which he read my inscription, was laughable to
witness. His face was black as a thunder-cloud. "Look here, Sir," said
he; "What, under heaven, have you got up there?"--"O, that is only a
little information to let the people know who I am."--"But don't you
know better than that. Do you suppose I am going to have that insult
up there?" The English gentlemen began to gather around, chuckling
with half-suppressed delight, to see the wrath of the Yankee. This
only added fuel to the fire. "Well, Sir," said he, "do you suppose I
am going to bring that stuff across the Atlantic for nothing?"--"I
have never asked you to bring it for nothing. I am ready to pay you,
and have been from the beginning."--"Well, Sir, you may take it away,
and carry it where you please."--"O," said I, "I think, as you wanted
it very much, I will not disturb it. You can have it now."--"No, Sir;
take it away!"--"I beg your pardon, Sir," said I, "when I wanted
to remove it you would not allow it, and now, for all me, it shall
remain." In the meantime the crowd enjoyed it and so did I. The result
was, that by the next day the boards were removed to their proper
place at no expense to me, and no bill was ever presented against me
for carrying the lumber across the Atlantic.

I may be permitted to say that in that immense exhibition, my humble
contribution received its due share of attention. Many conversations
did I have with individuals of that almost innumerable multitude from
every nation under heaven. Perhaps my complexion attracted attention,
but nearly all who passed, paused to look at me, and at themselves as
reflected in my large black walnut mirrors.

Among others the Queen of England, Victoria, preceded by her guide,
and attended by her cortége, paused to view me and my property. I
uncovered my head and saluted her as respectfully as I could, and she
was pleased with perfect grace to return my salutation. "Is he indeed
a fugitive slave?" I heard her inquire; and the answer was, "He is
indeed, and that is his work."

But notwithstanding such pleasant occurrences, the time wore heavily
away. The immense crowd, kept in as perfect order as a single family,
became wearisome to me, and I was not sorry, as related in a preceding
chapter, to return to Canada, leaving my boards on exhibition.

On going again to England the exhibition was still in progress. There
seemed no diminution of the crowd. Like the waters of the great
Mississippi, the channel was still full, though the individuals were
changed.

But among all the exhibitors from every nation in Europe, and from
Asia, and America, and the Isles of the Sea, there was not a single
black man but myself. There were negroes there from Africa, brought to
be exhibited, but no exhibitors but myself. Though my condition was
wonderfully changed from what it was in my childhood and youth, yet it
was a little saddening to reflect that my people were not more largely
represented there. The time will yet come, I trust, when such a state
of things will no longer exist.

At the close of the exhibition, on my return to Canada, I received
from England a large quarto bound volume containing a full description
of all the objects presented at the exhibition, the names of officers
of all the committees, juries, exhibitors, prizes, etc., etc. Among
others I found my own name recorded; and there were in addition
awarded to me a bronze medal, a beautiful picture of the Queen and
royal family, of the size of life, and several other objects of
interest.

These things I greatly prize. After having fully succeeded
in my mission to England, having released myself from the
voluntarily-assumed debt in behalf of the manual-labor school, and
having received these testimonials of honor, I returned home to
Canada, contented and happy. While in England I was permitted to enjoy
some excellent opportunities to witness its best society, which I
propose to relate in the following chapter.



CHAPTER XXII.

VISITS TO THE RAGGED SCHOOLS.

     SPEECH AT SUNDAY SCHOOL ANNIVERSARY.--INTERVIEW WITH LORD
     GREY.--INTERVIEW WITH THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, AND
     DINNER WITH LORD JOHN RUSSELL, THE GREAT EVENTS OF MY LIFE.


While in England I was frequently called upon to speak at public
meetings of various kinds. I was deeply interested in the Ragged
School enterprise, and frequently addressed the schools, and also
public meetings held in their behalf. I spent two, months of May, in
that country, and attended many of the great anniversaries, and was
called upon to speak at many of them. On several occasions I did what
I could to make known the true condition of slaves, in Exeter Hall
and other places. On one occasion, I recollect, an eminent man from
Pennsylvania, was addressing the anniversary of a Sabbath School
Union, who boasted of the great benefits of Sunday Schools in the
United States, and asserted that all classes indiscriminately enjoyed
their blessings. I felt bound to contradict him, and after putting to
the speaker a few questions which he stammeringly answered, I told the
immense meeting that in the Southern States, the great body of the
colored people were almost entirely neglected, and in many places they
were excluded altogether; and that even in the most of the Northern
States, the great mass of the colored children were not sought out
and gathered into Sunday Schools. This created some little storm, but
my own personal observation and experience carried conviction to the
people.

Being thus introduced to the public, I became well acquainted with
many of the leading men of England. Lord Grey made a proposition to
me, which, if circumstances had permitted, I should have been glad
to attempt. It was to go to India and there superintend some great
efforts made by the government to introduce the culture of cotton on
the American plan. He promised to me an appointment to an office, and
a good salary. Had it not been for my warm interest in my Canadian
enterprise, I should have accepted his proposal.

One of the most pleasing incidents for me now to look back upon, was
a long interview which I was permitted to enjoy with the Archbishop
of Canterbury. The elevated social position of this man, the highest
beneath the crown, is well known to all those acquainted with English
society. Samuel Gurney, the noted philanthropist, introduced me, by a
note and his family card, to his grace, the archbishop. He received me
kindly in his palace. I immediately entered upon a conversation with
him, upon the condition of my people, and the plans I had in view. He
expressed the strongest interest in me, and after about a half hour's
conversation he inquired, "At what university, Sir, did you graduate?"
"I graduated, your grace," said I in reply, "at the university of
adversity." "The university of adversity," said he, looking up with
astonishment; "where is that?" I saw his surprise, and explained. "It
was my lot, your grace," said I, "to be born a slave, and to pass my
boyhood and all the former part of my life as a slave. I never entered
a school, never read the Bible in my youth, and received all of my
training under the most adverse circumstances. This is what I meant
by graduating in the university of adversity." "I understand you,
Sir," said he. "But is it possible that you are not a scholar?" "I am
not," said I. "But I should never have suspected that you were not
a liberally educated man. I have heard many negroes talk, but have
never seen one that could use such language as you. Will you tell
me, Sir, how you learned our language?" I then explained to him, as
well as I could, my early life; that it had always been my custom to
observe good speakers, and to imitate only those who seemed to speak
most correctly. "It is astonishing," said the archbishop. "And is it
possible that you were brought up ignorant of religion? How did you
attain to the knowledge of Christ?" I explained to him, in reply,
that a poor ignorant slave mother had taught me to say the Lord's
Prayer, though I did not know then how, truly, to pray. "And how were
you led to a better knowledge of the Saviour?" I answered that it was
by the hearing of the Gospel preached. He then asked me to repeat the
text, and to explain all the circumstances. I told him of the first
sermon I heard, of the text, "He, by the grace of God, tasted death
for every man." "A beautiful text was that," said the archbishop, and
so affected was he by my simple story that he shed tears freely.

I had been told by Samuel Gurney that perhaps the archbishop would
give me an interview of a quarter of an hour; I glanced at the clock
and found that I had already been there an hour and a half, and arose
to depart. He followed me to the door, and begged of me if ever I came
to England to call and see him again; and shaking hands affectionately
with me, while the tears trembled in his eyes, he put into my hands
graciously five golden sovereigns, (about twenty-five dollars,) and
bade me adieu. I have always esteemed him as a warm-hearted Christian.

Thus ended the interview with the venerable Archbishop of England.
On my second visit to England, I had an invitation, in company
with a large number of Sabbath School Teachers, to spend a day on
the beautiful grounds of Lord John Russell, then Prime Minister of
England. His magnificent park, filled with deer, of all colors, and
from all climes, and sleek hares, which the poet COWPER
would have envied, with numberless birds, whose plumage rivalled the
rainbow in gorgeous colors, together with the choicest specimens
of the finny tribe, sporting in their native element, drew from me
the involuntary exclamation: "O, how different the condition of
these happy, sportive, joyful, creatures, from what was once my own
condition, and what is now the lot of millions of my colored brethren
in America!" This occupancy of the elegant grounds of England's Prime
Minister, for the day, by a party of Sabbath School Teachers, was what
we should call, in America, a pic-nic, with this difference, that,
instead of each teacher providing his own cakes, and pies, and fruit,
they were furnished by men and women, who were allowed to come on to
the grounds, with every variety of choice eatables for sale. After
strolling over these charming grounds, enjoying the beautiful scenery,
and the happy gambols of the brute creation, and the conversation of
the many intelligent men and women, with whom we came in contact, we
were most unexpectedly, at five o'clock, sent for to visit the elegant
mansion of the proprietor. There we found what I will call a surprise
party, or at any rate, we were taken by surprise, for we were ushered,
three hundred of us at least, into a spacious dining hall, whose
dimensions could not have been less than one hundred feet by sixty,
and here were tables, groaning under every article of luxury for the
palate, which England could supply, and to this bountiful repast we
were all made welcome. I was invited to take the head of the table; I
never felt so highly honored. The blessing was invoked by singing the
two following verses.

    "Be present at our table, Lord,
    Be here and everywhere adored:
    These creatures bless,
    And grant that we may feast
    In Paradise with thee!"

After dinner, various toasts were proposed, on various subjects, and
in my humble way I offered the following:

     "First to England. Honor to the brave, freedom to the
     Slave, success to British emancipation. God bless the
     Queen!"

Cheers and laughter followed the reading of this toast, succeeded by
the usual English exclamations, "_Up, up, up again!_" I again arose
and gave, To our most Sovereign Lady, the Queen:

     "May she have a long life, and a happy death. May she reign
     in righteousness, and rule in love!"

And to her illustrious consort, Prince Albert:

     "May he have peace at home, pleasure abroad, love his
     Queen, and serve the Lord!"

Among the distinguished persons who made speeches on this joyous
occasion, I will mention the names of Rev. William Brock, Hon.
Samuel M. Peto, and a Mr. Bess, brother-in-law of Mr. Peto, with his
accomplished and beautiful lady. Thus ended one of the pleasantest
days of my life.



CHAPTER XXIII.

CLOSING UP MY LONDON AGENCY.

     MY NARRATIVE PUBLISHED.--LETTER FROM HOME APPRISING ME OF
     THE SICKNESS OF MY WIFE.--DEPARTURE FROM LONDON.--ARRIVAL
     AT HOME.--MEETING WITH MY FAMILY.--THE GREAT SORROW OF MY
     LIFE, THE DEATH OF MY WIFE.


The dinner at Lord John Russell's, as detailed in the previous
chapter, was in the month of June, 1852; from that time to the first
of August I was busily employed in finishing up all matters connected
with my agency, in which I was very successful, having accomplished
the objects of my mission. During the month of August, I was engaged
in publishing a narrative of incidents in my slave-life, which I had
been urgently requested to do by some of the noblest men and women in
England. Just as I had completed the work, and issued an edition of
two thousand copies, I received, on the third of September, a letter
from my family in Canada, stating that my beloved wife, the companion
of my life, the sharer of my joys and sorrows, lay at the point of
death, and that she earnestly desired me to return immediately, that
she might see me once more before she bid adieu to earth. This was
a trying hour for me. I was in England, four thousand miles from my
home. I had just embarked in an enterprise which I had every reason to
suppose would be a very profitable undertaking. The first edition of
my book was ready for sale, and now What shall I do? was the question
which I asked myself. Shall I remain here and sell ten thousand copies
of my book, and make a handsome sum of money for myself and family,
or shall I leave all and hasten to the bedside of my dying wife? I
was not long in deciding the question. I will leave my books and
stereotype plates, and all my property behind, and go. And on the
morning of the fourth of September, having received the letter from
home at four o'clock on the afternoon of the third, I was on my way
from London to Liverpool, and embarked from Liverpool on the fifth,
in the steamer Canada, bound for Boston. On the twentieth of the same
month I arrived at my own Canadian home. Those who have been placed
in similar situations, can realize what must have been my feelings
as I drew near my humble dwelling. I had heard nothing since the
information contained in the letter which reached me at Liverpool.
I knew not whether my dear wife, the mother of my children, she who
had travelled with me, sad and solitary, and foot-sore, from the land
of bondage; who had been to me a kind, and affectionate, and dutiful
wife, for forty years, I knew not whether she was still alive, or
whether she had entered into rest.

A merciful Father had, however, kindly prolonged her life, and we were
permitted once more to meet. And oh! such a meeting; it was worth more
to me than all the fancied gains from my English book. I was met in
the yard by four of my daughters, who rushed to my arms, delighted
at my unexpected return. They begged me not to go in to see mother,
until they should first go and prepare her for it, thinking very
wisely that the shock would be too great for her poor shattered nerves
to bear. I consented that they should precede me. They immediately
repaired to her sick room, and by gradual stages prepared her mind for
our meeting. When I went to her bedside, she received and embraced me
with the calmness and fortitude of a Christian, and even chided me
for the strong emotions of sorrow which I found it utterly impossible
to suppress. I found her perfectly calm and resigned to the will of
God, awaiting with Christian firmness the hour for her summons. She
was rejoiced to see me once more, while at the same time she said that
perhaps she had done wrong in allowing me to be sent for to return,
leaving my business behind, with all its flattering prospects. I told
her that I was more than satisfied, that I was truly thankful to my
Heavenly Father for granting us this interview, no matter what the
pecuniary sacrifice might be. We talked over our whole past life
as far as her strength would permit, reviewing the many scenes of
sorrow and trouble, as well as the many bright and happy days of our
pilgrimage, until exhausted nature sought repose, and she sunk into a
quiet sleep.

The day following she revived; my return seeming to inspire her with
the hope that possibly she might again be restored to health. It was
not, however, so to be; but God in his mercy granted her a reprieve,
and her life was prolonged a few weeks. I thus had the melancholy
satisfaction of watching day and night by her bed of languishing and
pain, and was permitted to close her eyes when the final summons came.
She blessed me, and blessed her children, commending us to the ever
watchful care of that Saviour who had sustained her in so many hours
of trial; and finally, after kissing me and each one of the children,
she passed from earth to heaven without a pang or a groan, as gently
as the falling to sleep of an infant on its mother's breast.

    "Who would not wish to die like those
      Whom God's own spirit deigns to bless?
    To sink into that soft repose,
      Then wake to perfect happiness?"

I can truly and from an overflowing heart say, that she was a sincere
and devoted Christian, and a faithful and kind wife to me, even up
to the day of her death arranging all our domestic matters in such
a manner as to contribute as largely as possible to my comfort and
happiness.

Rest in peace, dear wife. If I am faithful to the end, as thou wert,
we shall ere long meet again in that world where the sorrows of life
shall not be remembered or brought into mind.



CHAPTER XXIV.

CLOSING CHAPTER.

     CONTAINING AN ACCURATE ACCOUNT OF THE PAST AND PRESENT
     CONDITION OF THE FUGITIVE SLAVES IN CANADA, WITH SOME
     REMARKS ON THEIR FUTURE PROSPECTS.


I have been requested by many friends in this country to devote a
chapter of my book to the fugitive slaves in Canada; to a statement
of their present numbers, condition, prospects for the future, etc.
At the time of my first visit to Canada, in the year 1830, there
were but a few hundred fugitive slaves in both Canadas; there are
now not less than thirty-five thousand. At that time they were
scattered in all directions, and for the most part miserably poor,
subsisting not unfrequently on the roots and herbs of the fields;
now many of them own large and valuable farms, and but few can be
found in circumstances of destitution or want. In 1830 there were no
schools among them, and no churches, and only occasional preaching.
We have now numerous churches, and they are well filled from Sabbath
to Sabbath with attentive listeners; our children attend the Sabbath
School, and are being trained as we trust for Heaven. We depend
principally upon our farms for subsistence, but some of our number are
good mechanics--blacksmiths, carpenters, masons, shoemakers, etc.,
etc. We have found the raising of stock very profitable, and can
show some of the finest specimens of horse-flesh to be found on this
continent, and we find a ready market for all our products. The soil
is fertile and yields an abundant return for the husbandman's labor;
and, although the season is short, yet ordinarily it is long enough
to ripen corn, wheat, rye, oats, and the various productions of a
Northern New England or New York farm. Of late considerable attention
has been paid to the cultivation of fruit trees, apples, cherries,
plums, peaches, quinces, currants, gooseberries, strawberries, etc.,
and they are doing well, and in a few years we doubt not will be quite
profitable. It is a mistaken idea that many have, that fruit trees and
vines cannot be cultivated to advantage on account of the severity of
the climate; I have raised as delicious sweet potatoes on my farm as I
ever saw in Kentucky, and as good a crop of tobacco and hemp.

We have at the present time a large number of settlements, and
connected with these are schools at which our children are being
taught the ordinary branches of an English education. We are a
peaceable people, living at peace among ourselves and with our white
neighbors, and I believe the day is not far distant when we shall
take a very respectable rank among the subjects of her majesty, the
excellent and most gracious Queen of England and the Canadas. Even
now, the condition and prospects of a majority of the fugitive slaves
in Canada is vastly superior to that of most of the free people of
color in the Northern States; and if thousands who are hanging about
at the corners of streets waiting for a job, or who are mending old
clothes, or blacking boots in damp cellars in Boston, New York, and
other large cities, would but come among us and bring their little
ones and settle down upon our fine lands, it would be but a few
years before they would find themselves surrounded by a pleasant and
profitable home, and their children growing up around them with every
advantage for a good education, and fitting themselves for lives of
usefulness and happiness. The climate is good, the soil is good, the
laws protect us from molestation; each and all may sit under their own
vine and fig tree with none to molest or make them afraid. We are a
temperate people; it is a rare sight to see an intoxicated colored man
in Canada.

My task is done, if what I have written shall inspire a deeper
interest in my race, and shall lead to corresponding activity in their
behalf I shall feel amply repaid.


       *       *       *       *       *


Transcriber's Notes

Minor punctuation typos have been silently corrected. Retained
author's spelling preferences except for the following changes:

Page 119: Removed duplicate "of."
  (Orig: behind the trees, and dodging out of of sight if they)

Page 125: Switched "to" and "too."
  (Orig: it was to late too cross the river that night.)

Page 168: Changed "Massachusets" to "Massachusetts."
  (Orig: from Massachusets, by the name of Hiram Wilson,)

Page 169: Changed "settlememt" to "settlement."
  (Orig: delegates from every settlememt of blacks)





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