om William Parker. "What kind of a man was
William Parker?" they were asked. "He was a big, bad man, no goodness in
him," quickly replied one of the brothers. Their lot in Slavery had not
been different from that of numbers coming from that section of the
State.

Joseph G. Johnson fled from William Jones of Baltimore. He said that his
master kept a grocery store in Pratt street, and owned six head of
slaves; that he was a "good man, and always treated his servants very
well," until about three weeks before he escaped. For some reason
unknown to Joseph, within the time just alluded to, he had sold all his
slaves, with the exception of himself. Joseph was far from being at
ease, as he hourly felt oppressed with the fear that he was to be sold
at an early day.

Summoning courage he started by the Baltimore and Wilmington Rail Road.
In this way he reached Wilmington where he unfortunately fell into the
hands of his master's son, who resided in Wilmington, and happened to
discover Joseph in the cars, (most likely he had been telegraphed to)
and had him arrested and returned. But Joseph did not allow a week to
pass over him before he was ready to make even a still more daring
adventure for his liberty. This time he concluded to try the water; by
great economy he had saved up twenty-five dollars. This was a great deal
to him, but he resolved to give it all willingly to any man who would
secrete him, or procure him a passage to Philadelphia. The right man was
soon found, and Joseph was off again. Good luck attended him, and he
reached the Committee safely. He was in his twenty-third year, a man of
medium size, copper-colored, and of a prepossessing countenance.

David Snively ran away from Frederick, Maryland. He was moved to escape
solely by the love of freedom. His services had been required in the
blacksmith shop, and on the farm under Charles Preston, who claimed to
own him. He had been sold once and brought nine hundred dollars; he
resolved that a similar fate should never overtake him, unless his owner
moved very suddenly in that direction. While Joseph was working daily in
the blacksmith shop, he was planning how to make good his escape. No way
was open but the old route, which led "hard by" many dangers, and was
only accessible now and then through regions where friends were few and
far between. Howbeit he possessed the faith requisite, and was
victorious.

Joseph was twenty-six years of age, of unmixed bloo