. The underground rail road : a record of facts, authentic narratives, letters, &c., narrating the hardships, hair-breadth escapes, and death struggles of the slaves in their efforts for freedom, as related by themselves and others or witnessed by the author : together with sketches of some of the largest stockholders and most liberal aiders and advisers of the road . f. The load brought me to the ground, and I was unable tomake further struggle for myself. I was then badly beaten with guns, & the meantime, my friend Craven, who was defending himself, wasshot badly in the face, and most vi
. The underground rail road : a record of facts, authentic narratives, letters, &c., narrating the hardships, hair-breadth escapes, and death struggles of the slaves in their efforts for freedom, as related by themselves and others or witnessed by the author : together with sketches of some of the largest stockholders and most liberal aiders and advisers of the road . f. The load brought me to the ground, and I was unable tomake further struggle for myself. I was then badly beaten with guns, & the meantime, my friend Craven, who was defending himself, wasshot badly in the face, and most violently beaten until he was conquered andtied. The two young brothers of Craven stood still, without making theleast resistance. After we were fairly captured, we were taken to Terry-town, which was in sight of where we were betrayed. By this time I hadlost so much blood from my wounds, that they concluded my situation Mastoo dangerous to admit of being taken further; so I was made a prisoner ata tavern, kept by a roan named Fisher. There my M-ounds were dressed,and thirty-two shot were taken from my arm. For three days I was crazy,and they thought I would die. During the first two weeks, while I was aprisoner at the tavern, I raised a great deal of blood, and was considered in avery dangerous condition—so much so that persons desiring to see me were not. ROMULUS HALL. 51 permitted. Afterwards I began to get better, and was then kept very pri-vately—was strictly watched day and night. Occasionally, however, thecook, a colored woman (Mrs. Smith), would manage to get to see me. AlsoJames Matthews succeeded in getting to see me; consequently, as my woundshealed, and my senses came to me, I began to plan how to make anothereffort to escape. I asked one of the friends, alluded to above, to get me arope. He got it. I kept it about me four days in my pocket; in the mean-time I procured three nails. On Friday night, October 14th, T fastened mynails in under the window sill; tied my
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