was from, etc. I "scaped" from Sussex too, from a man by the name of
George M. Davis, a large man, dark-complected, and about fifty years of
age; he belonged to the old side Methodist Church, was a man with a
family, and followed farming, or had farming done by me and others.
Besides he was a justice of the peace. I always believed that the Master
above had no wish for me to be held in bondage all my days; but I
thought if I made up my mind to stay in Slavery, and not to make a
desperate trial for my freedom, I would never have any better times. I
had heard that my old mistress had willed me to her children, and
children's children. I thought at this rate there was no use of holding
on any longer for the good time to come, so here I said, I am going, if
I die a trying. I got me a dagger, and made up my mind if they attempted
to take me on the road, I would have one man. As for my part, I have not
had it so slavish as many, but I have never had any privileges to learn
to read, or to go about anywhere. Now and then they let me go to church.
My master belonged to church, and so did I.

For a young man, being only twenty-two years of age, who had been kept
from the light of freedom, as much as he had, his story was thought to
be exceedingly well told throughout.

James, a brother of George, said: "I came from Horse's Cross-Roads, not
far from where my brother George came from. William Gray, rail road
ticket agent at Bridgewater, professed to own me. He was a tolerable
sized man, with very large whiskers, and dark hair; he was rather a
steady kind of a man, he had a wife, but no child. The reason I left, I
thought I had served Slavery long enough, as I had been treated none the
best. I did not believe in working my life out just to support some body
else. My master had as many hands and feet as I have, and is as able to
work for his bread as I am; and I made up my mind that I wouldn't stay
to be a slave under him any longer, but that I would go to Canada, and
be my own master."

James left his poor wife, and three children, slaves perhaps for life.
The wife's name was Esther Ann, the children were called Mary, Henry,
and Harriet. All belonged to Jesse Laten.

George Lewis had more years than any of his companions, being about
forty years of age. He had been kept in as low a state of ignorance as
the ingenuity of a slave-holder of Delaware could keep one possessed of
as much mother-wit as he was, for he was not q