d you be willing to go to Canada if you could get off
safely," etc., etc.

Such questions at once kindled into a flame the sparks of freedom lying
dormant in the heart. Although uttered in a whisper, they had a wondrous
ring about them, and a wide-awake bondman instantly grasped their
meaning. Beverly was of this class; he needed no arguments to prove that
he was daily robbed of his rights--that Slavery was merciless and
freedom the God-given right of all mankind. Of him, therefore, there was
no fear that he would betray his trust or flinch too soon when cramped
up in his hiding-place on the steamer.

His comrade, George, was likewise of the same mettle, and was aided in
the same way. George, however, had more age on his side, being about
forty-three. He was about six feet high, with marked physical and mental
abilities, but Slavery had had its heel upon his neck. And who could
then have risen?

Eliza Jones held the deed for George, and by her he was hired as foreman
in a tobacco factory, in which position his duties were
onerous--especially to one with a heavy, bleeding heart, throbbing daily
for freedom, while, at the same time, mournfully brooding over past
wrongs. Of these wrongs one incident must suffice. He had been married
twice, and had been the father of six children by his first wife; at the
command of his owner the wedded relations were abruptly broken, and he
was obliged to seek another wife. In entering this story on the book at
the time of the arrival, the concluding words were written thus: "This
story is thrilling, but time will not allow its being penned."

Although safely under the protection of the British Lion, George's heart
was in Virginia, where his wife was retained. As he could not return for
her deliverance, he was wise enough to resort to the pen, hoping in this
way to effect his grand object, as the following letter will show:

TORONTO, January 25th, 1855.

DEAR FRIEND STILL:--George Walker, of Petersburg, Va., is now in
my office, and requests me to write a letter to you, and request
you to write to his wife, after or according to the instructions
he gave to his friend, John Brown, in your city, with whom he
says you are acquainted. You will understand, of course, his
reason for wanting the letter wrote and posted at Philadelphia.
You will please attend to it and address a letter to him
(Walker) in my care. He and Beverly Good, his comrade, tender