e send me word whether any body has been along
lately that knows me. I know that you are busy but you must take
time and answer this letter as I am anxious to hear from you,
but nevertheless we must not forget our maker, so we cannot pray
too much to our lord so I hope that mr. Anderson has found peace
with God for me myself really appreciate that hope that I have
in Christ, for I often find myself in my slumber with you and I
hope we will meet some day. Mr. Dungy sends his love to you I
suppose you are aware that he is married, he is luckier than I
am or I must get a little foothold before I do marry if I ever
do. I am in a very comfortable room all fixed for the winter and
we have had one snow. May the lord be with you and all you and
all your household.

I remain forever your brother in Christ,

STEPNEY BROWN.

ARRIVAL FROM MARYLAND, 1859.

JIM KELL, CHARLES HEATH, WILLIAM CARLISLE, CHARLES RINGGOLD, THOMAS
MAXWELL, AND SAMUEL SMITH.

On the evening of the Fourth of July, while all was hilarity and
rejoicing the above named very interesting fugitives arrived from the
troubled district, the Eastern shore, of Maryland, where so many
conventions had been held the previous year to prevent escapes; where
the Rev. Samuel Green had been convicted and sent to the penitentiary
for ten years for having a copy of Uncle Tom's Cabin in his humble home;
where so many parties, on escaping, had the good sense and courage to
secure their flight by bringing their masters' horses and carriages a
good way on their perilous journey.

Sam had been tied up and beat many times severely. William had been
stripped naked, and frequently and cruelly cowhided. Thomas had been
clubbed over his head more times than a few. Jim had been whipped with
clubs and switches times without number. Charles had had five men on him
at one time, with cowhides, his master in the lead.

Charles Heath had had his head cut shockingly, with a club, in the hands
of his master; this well cared-for individual in referring to his kind
master, said: "I can give his character right along, he was a perfect
devil. The night we left, he had a woman tied up--God knows what he
done. He was always blustering, you could never do enough for him no
how. First thing in the morning and last thing at night, you would hear
him cussing--he would cuss in bed. He was a large farmer, all the time
drunk. He had a