band;
So for refuge and rest to the rocks they have run,
And the father will fight for his wife and his son.

He fires on the first up the steep rock that springs,
But the trader comes on, shouting all wicked things,
Till Phineas right over the crag flings him clear,
Saying, "Friend, in my mind thou hast no business here."

Then off go the traders to find them more men,
And off go the friends in their waggon again;
But don't you wish well to the good man for life,
Who would fight for his freedom, his child, and his wife?

[Illustration: THE DEFENCE.

But far is their way through the slave-dealing land,
And now on their track comes the trader's fierce band
So for refuge and rest to the rocks they have run,
And the father will fight for his wife and his son.]

After this, George and Eliza, with their little Harry, journeyed on,
never stopping, except at the house of another kind friend, to disguise
themselves before going on board the steamboat, which at last brought
them safe to Canada.

ARRIVAL IN THE LAND OF FREEDOM.

Look on the travellers kneeling,
In thankful gladness, here,
As the boat that brought them o'er the lake,
Goes steaming from the pier.

'Tis Harry, like a girl disguised,
His mother, like a boy,
But the father kneels beside them,
And their hearts are full of joy.

No man can buy or sell them,
No trader chase them more,
The land of freedom has been gained,
The good Canadian shore.

And they are strangers on the soil,
As poor as poor can be,
But the English flag above them floats,
They know that they are free.

George got employment in a factory, and as he was active and clever in
his work, he soon earned enough to take a pretty little house, where
they all lived together. Harry grew older, and went to school, where he
was a good boy, and never forgot how God had preserved him from the
wicked trader, and what his poor mother had suffered to bring him away.
His father, George, though he worked all day, was learning too from all
sorts of good books, which he used to read by the fire in the evenings.
He was ever thinking of the poor heathen kings in Africa, and the
negroes