eir pursuer, within one hour
after I left my house in Brooklyn. I felt it to be an answer to
prayer.

4. One day, when I lived in New York City, a colored man came
running to my house, and in a hurried manner, said: "Is this Mr.
Tappan?" On replying in the affirmative, he said: "I have driven
my master from Baltimore. He has just arrived, and the servants
are taking off the baggage at the Astor House. I inquired of a
person passing by, where you lived. He said, 80, White Street,
and I have run here, to tell you that you may give notice to a
man who has escaped from my master, to this city, that the
object of this journey is to find him and take him back to
Slavery."

The man hurried back, so that he need not be missed by his
master, who believed that this coachman, who had lived years
with him, was his confidential servant, and would be true to his
interest.

I went immediately to the house of a colored friend, to describe
the fugitive and see if we could not concert measures to protect
him. "I think," said he, "that I know the man, by your
description, and that he boards in this house. He will soon come
in from South Street, where he has worked to-day." While we were
consulting together, sure enough, the man came in, and was most
glad to have the opportunity thus afforded, of secreting
himself.

I have not strength to dictate much more, although many other
instances occur to me of most remarkable providential
occurrences, of the escape of fugitives within my knowledge. I
used to say that I was the owner of _half-a-horse_ that was in
active service, near the Susquehanna River. This horse I owned
jointly with another friend of the slave, dedicating the animal
to the service of the Underground Rail Road.

It was customary for the agent at Havre de Grace, bringing a
fugitive to the river, to kindle a fire (as it was generally in
the night), to give notice to a person living on the opposite
side of the river. This person well understood the signal, and
would come across in his boat and receive the fugitive.

An aged colored couple, residing in Brooklyn, came over to my
office, in New York City, and said that they had just heard from
Wilmington, N.C., that their two sons (about twenty-five or
twenty-six years of age), who were slaves, were about to be
so