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slaves were then placed, under his direction, in a high 'pot wagon,'
covered with layers or nests of earthenware pots of graduated sizes. I
heard the driver of one of these pot wagons remark one time that when
going down a steep hill, he put on the brake and always held his
breath until the bottom of the hill was reached, fearing the pots
might all be broken. The wagon-load containing earthenware and slaves
was driven to Stroudsburg, where the pots were delivered to a
wholesale customer. Here the runaways were released from their cramped
quarters and turned over to sympathizing friends, who assisted them in
reaching Canada and safety. I have frequently met the fine-looking,
courtly old gentleman who owned the pottery, and old Zacariah Mast,
the skilled German potter whom he employed. They were for many years
familiar figures in the little Quaker town, not many miles distant.
Both passed away many years ago."

Mary, who still continued her explorations of the corner cupboard,
exclaimed: "Oh! Aunt Sarah! Here is another odd, old plate, way back
on the lop shelf, out of sight."

"Yes, dear, that belonged to your Uncle John's mother. It has never
been used and was manufactured over one hundred years ago at an old
pottery in Bedminister Township, Bucks County. Some of those other
quaint, old-fashioned plates also belonged to John's mother. Your
Uncle loves old dishes and especially old furniture; he was so anxious
to possess his grandfather's old 'Solliday' clock. In the centre of
the face of the clock a hand indicated the day of the month and
pictures of two large, round moons on the upper part of the clock's
face (resembling nothing so much as large, ripe peaches) represented
the different phases of the moon. If new moon, or the first or last
quarter, it appeared, then disappeared from sight. It was valued
highly, being the last clock made by the old clockmaker; but John
never came into possession of it, as it was claimed by an elder
sister. I value the old clock which stands in the parlor because 'twas
my mother's, although it is very plain. This old cherry, corner
cupboard was made for my grandmother by her father, a cabinetmaker, as
a wedding gift, and was given me by my mother. Did you notice the
strong, substantial manner in which it is made? It resembles mission
furniture."

"Do tell me, Aunt, what this small iron boat, on the top shelf, was
ever used for? It must be of value, else 'twould not occupy a place i