ld, for one thousand dollars each; and they hoped I should be
able and willing to assist them in raising the money.

I told them that I had scruples about putting money into the
hands of slave-holders, but I would give them something that
might be of as much value. I then pointed out a way by which
their sons might reach the city.

In about three weeks, one of the young men came to my office.
Give me, said I, some particulars of your escape. "I am," said
he, "a builder, and planned and erected the hotel at Wilmington,
and some other houses. I used to hire my time of my master, and
was accustomed to ride about the country attending to my
business. I borrowed a pass from a man about my size and
complexion. I then went to the rail road office, and asked for a
ticket for Fredericksburg. From there I came on directly to
Washington. I had not been questioned before; but here, I was
taken up and carried before a magistrate. He examined me by the
description in my pass; complexion, height, etc., then read
'_and a scar under his left knee_.' When I heard that, my heart
sank within me; for I had no scar there that I knew. 'Pull up
the boy's trowsers,' said the justice to the constable. He did
so. and said 'here's a scar!' 'All right,' said the justice, 'no
mistake, let him go.' Glad was I. I got a ticket for Baltimore,
and there for another town, and finally reached here."

You asked me to give an account of the sums that I have expended
for the Underground Rail Road, etc. I must be excused from doing
this, as if I could now ascertain, I should not think it worth
while to mention. I must now conclude my narrative, by giving,
with some additions, an account of an interesting escape from
Slavery, which was written by my wife, more than fifteen years
ago, for Frederic Douglass' paper.

[On page 177 the narrative of "The Fleeing Girl of Fifteen" is
so fully written out, that it precludes the necessity of
reproducing a large portion of this story.]

In the evening a friend arrived, bringing with him a bright,
handsome _boy_, whom he called Joe. Most heartily was "Joe"
welcomed, and deep was the thrill which we felt, as we looked
upon him and thought of the perils he had escaped. The next day
was Thanksgiving-day, and my house was thronged with guests. In
an upper room, with a com