ontinue dull. I also
deeply regret the excitement recently on the account of those
slaves, you will favor me by keeping me posted upon the subject.
Those words written to slaveholder is the thought of one who had
sufferd, and now I thought it a duty incumbent upon me to cry
aloud and spare not, &c., by sending these few lines where the
slaveholder may hear. You will still further oblige your humble
servant also, to correct any inaccuracy. My respects to you and
your family and all inquiring friends.

Your friend and well wisher,

EDMUND TURNER.

The then impending judgments seen by an eye of faith as set forth in
this "Warning," soon fell with crushing weight upon the oppressor, and
Slavery died. But the old blind father of Jackson, Isaac and Edmondson,
still lives and may be seen daily on the streets of Philadelphia; and
though "halt, and lame, and blind, and poor," doubtless resulting from
his early oppression, he can thank God and rejoice that he has lived to
see Slavery abolished.

ROBERT BROWN, ALIAS THOMAS JONES.

CROSSING THE RIVER ON HORSEBACK IN THE NIGHT.

In very desperate straits many new inventions were sought after by
deep-thinking and resolute slaves, determined to be free at any cost.
But it must here be admitted, that, in looking carefully over the more
perilous methods resorted to, Robert Brown, alias Thomas Jones, stands
second to none, with regard to deeds of bold daring. This hero escaped
from Martinsburg, Va., in 1856. He was a man of medium size, mulatto,
about thirty-eight years of age, could read and write, and was naturally
sharp-witted. He had formerly been owned by Col. John F. Franie, whom
Robert charged with various offences of a serious domestic character.

Furthermore, he also alleged, that his "mistress was cruel to all the
slaves," declaring that "they (the slaves), could not live with her,"
that "she had to hire servants," etc.

In order to effect his escape, Robert was obliged to swim the Potomac
river on horseback, on Christmas night, while the cold, wind, storm, and
darkness were indescribably dismal. This daring bondman, rather than
submit to his oppressor any longer, perilled his life as above stated.
Where he crossed the river was about a half a mile wide. Where could be
found in history a more noble and daring struggle for Freedom?

The wife of his bosom and his four children, only five days before he
fled, were sold t