ing your last two to Mr. Tappan.

I cannot doubt, I do not, but that you wish to help me, and the
cause too, for which both of us have made many and large
sacrifices with no hope of reward in this world. If in this case
I have been very urgent since September Dr. T. can give you some
of my reasons, they have not been selfish.

The whole matter is in a nutshell. Can I, in your opinion,
depend on the "P. Boy," and when?

If he promises to come here next trip, will he come, or go to
Richmond? This I think is the best way. Can I depend on it?

Dr. T. promised to write me some explanation and give some
advice, and at first I thought to await his letter, but on
second thought concluded to tell you how I feel, as I have done.

Will you answer my questions with some explicitness, and without
delay?

I forgot to inquire of Dr. T. who is the head of your Vigilance
Committee, whom I may address concerning other and further
operations?

Yours very truly,

WM. PENN.

P.S. I ought to say, that I have no doubt but there were good
reasons for the P. Boy's going to Richmond instead of W.; _but
what can they be_?

Whilst there are a score of other interesting letters, bearing on this
case, the above must suffice, to give at least, an idea of the
perplexities and dangers attending its early history. Having
accomplished this end, a more encouraging and pleasant phase of the
transaction may now be introduced. Here the difficulties, at least very
many of them, vanish, yet in one respect, the danger became most
imminent. The following letter shows that the girl had been successfully
rescued from her master, and that a reward of five hundred dollars had
been offered for her.

WASHINGTON, D.C., October 12, 1855.

MR. WM. STILL:--AS YOU PICK UP ALL THE NEWS THAT IS STIRRING, I
CONTRIBUTE A FEW SCRAPS TO YOUR STOCK, GOING TO SHOW THAT THE
POOR SLAVE-HOLDERS HAVE THEIR TROUBLES AS WELL AS OTHER PEOPLE.

FOUR HEAVY LOSSES ON ONE SMALL SCRAP CUT FROM A SINGLE NUMBER OF
THE "SUN!" HOW VEXATIOUS! HOW PROVOKING! ON THE OTHER HAND,
THINK OF THE POOR, TIMID, BREATHLESS, FLYING CHILD OF FIFTEEN!
FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD! OH, FOR SUCCOR! TO WHOM IN ALL THIS
WIDE LAND OF FREEDOM SHALL SHE FLEE AND FIND SAFETY?
ALAS!--ALAS!--THE LAW POINTS TO NO ONE!

IS SHE STILL RUNNING WITH BLEEDING FEET?[A] OR HIDES