l as that which Slator had so very meanly
obtained from their poor mother. They then dragged him into the woods,
tied him to a tree, and left the inebriated robber to shift for
himself, while they made good their escape to Savannah. The fugitives
being white, of course no one suspected that they were slaves.

Slator was not able to call any one to his rescue till late the next
day; and as there were no railroads in that part of the country at that
time, it was not until late the following day that Slator was able to
get a party to join him for the chase. A person informed Slator that
he had met a man and woman, in a trap, answering to the description of
those whom he had lost, driving furiously towards Savannah. So Slator
and several slavehunters on horseback started off in full tilt, with
their bloodhounds, in pursuit of Frank and Mary.

On arriving at Savannah, the hunters found that the fugitives had sold
the horses and trap, and embarked as free white persons, for New York.
Slator's disappointment and rascality so preyed upon his base mind,
that he, like Judas, went and hanged himself.

As soon as Frank and Mary were safe, they endeavoured to redeem their
good mother. But, alas! she was gone; she had passed on to the realm
of spirit life.

In due time Frank learned from his friends in Georgia where his little
brother and sister dwelt. So he wrote at once to purchase them, but
the persons with whom they lived would not sell them. After failing in
several attempts to buy them, Frank cultivated large whiskers and
moustachios, cut off his hair, put on a wig and glasses, and went down
as a white man, and stopped in the neighbourhood where his sister was;
and after seeing her and also his little brother, arrangements were
made for them to meet at a particular place on a Sunday, which they
did, and got safely off.

I saw Frank myself, when he came for the little twins. Though I was
then quite a lad, I well remember being highly delighted by hearing him
tell how nicely he and Mary had served Slator.

Frank had so completely disguised or changed his appearance that his
little sister did not know him, and would not speak till he showed
their mother's likeness; the sight of which melted her to tears,--for
she knew the face. Frank might have said to her

"'O, Emma! O, my sister, speak to me!
Dost thou not know me, that I am thy brother?
Come to me, little Emma, thou shalt dwell
With me henceforth, and