n had a fine meeting in my Tabernacle last
night, and made a good collection for the cause of the
fugitives.

I should be happy to hear from you and your kind family, to whom
remember me very cordially. Believe me ever truly yours,

L.D. MANSFIELD.

Mr. and Mrs. Harris wish to be gratefully remembered to you and
yours.

Benjamin Piney reported that he came from Baltimore county, Maryland,
where he had been held in subjection to Mary Hawkins. He alleged that he
had very serious cause for grievance; that she had ill-treated him for a
long time, and had of late, threatened to sell him to Georgia. His
brothers and sisters had all been sold, but he meant not to be if he
could help himself. The sufferings that he had been called upon to
endure had opened his eyes, and he stood still to wait for the
Underground Rail Road car, as he anxiously wished to travel north, with
all possible speed. He waited but a little while, ere he was on the
road, under difficulties it is true, but he arrived safely and was
joyfully received. He imagined his mistress in a fit of perplexity, such
as he might enjoy, could he peep at her from Canada, or some safe place.
He however did not wish her any evil, but he was very decided that he
did not want any more to do with her. Benjamin was twenty years of age,
dark complexion, size ordinary, mental capacity, good considering
opportunities.

John Smith was a yellow boy, nineteen years of age, stout build, with,
marked intelligence. He held Dr. Abraham Street responsible for treating
him as a slave. The doctor lived at Marshall District, Harford county,
Maryland. John frankly confessed, to the credit of the doctor, that he
got "a plenty to eat, drink and wear," yet he declared that he was not
willing to remain a slave, he had higher aims; he wanted to be above
that condition. "I left," said he, "because I wanted to see the country.
If he had kept me in a hogshead of sugar, I wouldn't stayed," said the
bright-minded slave youth. "They told me anything--told me to obey my
master, but I didn't mind that. I am going off to see the Scriptures,"
said John.

Andrew Jackson "took out" from near Cecil, Delaware, where he had been
owned by a man calling himself Thomas Palmer, who owned seven or eight
others. His manners were by no means agreeable to Andrew; he was quite
too "blustery," and was dangerous when in one of his fits. Although
Andrew was but twenty-three