ut said Hobson, in the market, and see
if there possibly could be any mistake. Not a step would his friend take
in that direction. He had been away for several years, still he was a
fugitive, and didn't like the idea of renewing his acquaintance with old
or new friends with a white skin from Virginia. Henry, however, could
not content himself until he had taken another good look at Mr. Hobson.
Disguising himself he again took a stroll through the market, looking on
the right and left as he passed along; presently he saw him seated at a
butcher's stall. He examined him to his satisfaction, and then went
speedily to headquarters (the Anti-Slavery Office), made known the fact
of his discovery, and stated that he believed his master had no other
errand to Boston than to capture him. Measures were at once taken to
ascertain if such a man as Charles L. Hobson was booked at any of the
hotels in Boston.

On finding that this was really a fact, Henry was offered and accepted
private quarters with the well-known philanthropist and friend of the
fugitive, Francis Jackson. His house as well as his purse was always
open to the slave. While under the roof of Mr. Jackson, as Hobson
advertised and described Henry so accurately, and offered a reward of
two hundred and fifty dollars for him, Henry's friends thought that they
would return him the compliment by publishing him in the Boston papers
quite as accurately if not with as high a reward for him; they
advertised him after this manner: "Charles L. Hobson, twenty-two years
of age, six feet high, with a slouched hat on, mixed coat, black pants,
with a goatee, is stopping at the Tremont Hotel," &c., &c. This was as a
bomb-shell to Mr. Hobson, and he immediately took the hint, and with his
trunks steered for the sunny South. In a day or two afterwards Henry
deemed it advisable to visit Canada. After arriving there he wrote back
to his young master, to let him know where he was, and why he left, and
what he was doing. How his letter was received Henry was never informed.
For five years he lived in Boston and ran on a boat trading to Canada
East. He saved up his money and took care of himself creditably. He was
soon prepared to go into some business that would pay him better than
running on the boat. Two of his young friends agreed with him that they
could do better in Philadelphia than in Boston, so they came to the City
of Brotherly Love and opened a first-class dining-saloon near Third a