-bar, as a house on dry
land.

"Daylight came at last. And a little after sunrise we saw a sail bearing
down upon us. We could not signal the sail, but by the mercy of
Providence, she saw us and lay to, and sent off a boat and picked us up
and took us on board--me and the baby and the cook and the sailor lad.

"It was a foreign wessel, and we could not understand a word they said,
nor they us. All we could do was by signs. But they were very good to
us--dried our clothes and gave us breakfast and made us lie down and
rest, and then put about and continued their course. The sailor
lad--Herbert Greyson--soon found out and told me they were bound for New
York. And, in fact, marster, in about ten days we made that port.

"When the ship anchored below the Battery, the officers and passengers
made me up a little bundle of clothes and a little purse of money and
put me ashore, and there I was in a strange city, so bewildered I didn't
know which way to turn. While I was a-standing there, in danger of being
run over by the omnibuses, the sailor boy came to my side and told me
that he and the cook was gwine to engage on board of another 'Merican
wessel, and axed me what I was gwine to do. I told him how I didn't know
nothing at all 'bout sea sarvice, and so I didn't know what I should do.
Then he said he'd show me where I could go and stay all night, and so he
took me into a little by-street, to a poor-looking house, where the
people took lodgers, and there he left me to go aboard the ship. As he
went away he advised me to take care of my money and try to get a
servant's place.

"Well, marster, I ain't a gwine to bother you with telling you of how I
toiled and struggled along in that great city--first living out as a
servant, and afterward renting a room and taking in washing and
ironing--ay! how I toiled and struggled--for--ten--long--years, hoping
for the time to come when I should be able to return to this
neighborhood, where I was known, and expose the evil deeds of them
willains. And for this cause I lived on, toiling and struggling and
laying up money penny by penny. Sometimes I was fool enough to tell my
story in the hopes of getting pity and help--but telling my story always
made it worse for me! some thought me crazy and others thought me
deceitful, which is not to be wondered at, for I was a stranger and my
adventures were, indeed, beyond belief.

"No one ever helped me but the lad Herbert Greyson. W'enver he came