adopt other views, and become a practical
Abolitionist.

A band of five men stood off, one dark night, and saw with evident
satisfaction the curling flames ascend above his barn, from girder to
roof, and lap and lash their angry tongues in wild license, until every
vestige of the building was consumed.

After that mysterious occurrence, the poor fugitive had no better friend
than the publican McKenzie.

Shortly after the incidents just related, I was married to Eliza Ann
Elizabeth Howard, a fugitive, whose experience of slavery had been much
more bitter than my own. We commenced house-keeping, renting a room from
Enoch Johnson for one month. We did not like our landlord, and when the
time was up left, and rented a house of Isaac Walker for one year. After
the year was out, we left Walker's and went to Smyrna, and there I
rented a house from Samuel D. Moore for another year. After the year was
out we left Smyrna also, and went to Joseph Moore's to live. We lived on
his place about five years. While we were living there, several
kidnappers came into the neighborhood. On one occasion, they took a
colored man and started for Maryland. Seven of us set out in pursuit,
and, soon getting on their track, followed them to a tavern on the
Westchester road, in Chester County. Learning that they were to remain
for the night, I went to the door and asked for admittance. The landlord
demanded to know if we were white or colored. I told him colored. He
then told us to be gone, or he would blow out our brains. We walked
aside a little distance, and consulted about what we should do. Our men
seemed to dread the undertaking; but I told them we could overcome them,
and that I would go in. One of them said he would follow at the risk of
his life. The other five said we should all get killed,--that we were
men with families,--that our wives and children needed our
assistance,--and that they did not think we would be doing our families
justice by risking our lives for one man. We two then went back to the
tavern, and, after rapping, were told again by the landlord to clear
out, after he found that we were colored. I pretended that we wanted
something to drink. He put his head out of the window, and threatened
again to shoot us; when my comrade raised his gun and would have shot
him down, had I not caught his arm and persuaded him not to fire. I told
the landlord that we wanted to come in and intended to come in. Then I
went to the yard, go