. 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 . erage compared with ordinary fugitivesfrom Delaware and IMaryland. His appearance is in no way bearing is subdued and modest; yet he is not lacking in Thcophilus, I was in servitude under a man nam
. 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 . erage compared with ordinary fugitivesfrom Delaware and IMaryland. His appearance is in no way bearing is subdued and modest; yet he is not lacking in Thcophilus, I was in servitude under a man named Houston, nearLewes, Delaware; he was a very mean man, he didnt allow you enough toeit, nor enough clothes to wear. He never allowed a drop of tea, or coffee,or sugar, and if you didnt eat your breakfast before day he wouldntallow you any, but would drive you out without any. He had a wife ; shewas mean, too, meaner than he was. Four years ago last Fall my mastercut my entrails out for going to meeting at Daniel Wesleys church oneSabbath night. Before day, Monday morning, he called me up to whipme; called me into his dining-room, locked the doors, then orderedme to pull off my shirt. I told him no, sir, I wouldnt; right awayhe went and got the cowhide, and gave me about twenty over my headwith the butt. He tore my shirt off, after I would not pull it off; he. ordered me to cross my hands. I didnt do that. After I wouldnt do that 49G THE UNDERGltOUyD BAIL ROAD. lie ^vcnt aiul got liis gun and broke the breech of that over my head. lie up the tire-tougs and ^tiiuk me over the head ever so often. Tliem-xt thing lie tdok was the jiailor shovel and he beat on mo with that till liebroke the handle ; then he took the blade and stove it at my head with allhis might. 1 told him that I was bound to come out of that room. Herun uj* to the door and drawcd his knile and told me if I ventured to thedoor he would stab ww. i never madi- it any better or worse, but aimedstraight f
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