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BEAUFORT, S.C. 11th mo. 7th, 1871.

WM. STILL, DEAR FRIEND:--In thy first letter thee asked for my
photograph as well as for an opinion of the book about to be
edited by thyself. I returned a favorable answer and sent
likeness, as requested. I incidentally mentioned that, probably
some of my papers might be of service to thee. The papers
alluded to had no reference to myself; but consisted of
anecdotes and short histories of some of the fugitives from the
hell of American Slavery, who gave me a call, as engineer of the
Underground Rail Road in the State of Delaware, and received the
benefit of my advice and assistance.

I was twenty-seven years-old when I engaged in the Underground
Rail Road business, and I continued therein diligently until the
breaking up of that business by the Great Rebellion. I then came
to South Carolina to witness the uprising of a nation of slaves
into the dignity and privileges of mankind.

Nothing can possibly have the same interest to me. Therefore, I
propose to remain where this great problem is in the process of
solution; and to give my best efforts to its successful
accomplishment. In this matter the course that I have pursued
thus far through life has given me solid satisfaction. I ask no
other reward for any efforts made by me in the cause, than to
feel that I have been of use to my fellow-men.

No other course would have brought peace to my mind; then why
should any credit be awarded to me; or how can I count any
circumstance that may have occurred to me, in the light of a
sacrifice? If a man pursues the only course that will bring
peace to his own mind, is he deserving of any credit therefor?
Is not the reward worth striving for at any cost? Indeed it is,
as I well know.

Would it be well for me, entertaining such sentiments, to sit
down and write an account of my sacrifices? I think not.
Therefore please hold me excused. I am anxious to see thy book,
and will forward the price of one as soon as I can ascertain
what it is.

Please accept my thanks for thy kind remembrance of me. I am now
fifty-three years old, but I well remember thy face in the
Anti-slavery Office in Fifth street, when I called on business
of the Underground Rail Road. Our mutual friend, S.D. Burris,
was the cause of much uneasin