, had the hate of slavery exceedingly strong in his heart,
and was at once willing to accompany Lloyd--ready to face cold weather
and start on a long walk if freedom could be thus purchased, and his
master, John Hall, thus defeated. So Lloyd took a heroic leave of his
wife, Mary Ann, and their little boy, one brother, one sister, and two
nieces, and at once set out with William, like pilgrims and strangers
seeking a better country--where they would not have to go "hungry" and
be "worked hard in all weather," threatened with the auction-block, and
brutally flogged if they merely seemed unwilling to endure a yoke too
grievous to be borne. Both these travelers were mulattoes, and but for
the crushing influences that they had lived under would have made smart
men--as it was they showed plainly, that they were men of shrewd sense.

Inadvertently at the time of their arrival, the names of the State and
place whence they fled were not entered on the book.

In traveling they suffered severely from hunger and the long distance
they had to walk, but having succeeded victoriously they were prepared
to rejoice all the more.

DAVID EDWARDS. John J. Slater, coachmaker of Petersburg, Virginia, if he
is still living, and should see these items, may solve what may have
been for years a great mystery to him--namely, that David, his
man-servant, was enjoying himself in Philadelphia about the first week
in January, 1855, receiving free accommodations and obtaining letters of
introduction to friends in Canada. Furthermore, that David alleged that
he was induced to escape because he (the coachmaker) was a very hard
man, who took every dollar of his earnings, from which he would dole out
to him only one dollar a week for board, etc., a sum less than David
could manage to get along with.

David was thirty years of age, black, weighed one hundred and forty-five
pounds, and was worth one thousand dollars. He left his wife behind.

BEVERLY GOOD and GEORGE WALKER, alias Austin Valentine. These passengers
came from Petersburg, per steamship Pennsylvania. Richard Perry was
lording it over Beverly, who was a young man of twenty-four years of
age, dark, medium size, and possessed of a quick intellect--just the man
that an Underground Rail Road agent in the South could approach with
assurance with questions such as these--"What do you think of Slavery?"
"Did you ever hear of the Underground Rail Road?" "How would you like to
be free?" "Woul