...he story of my capture and escape. The old women would cry and wonder where their boys were, and ask eagerly if I had seen any traces of them. Four miles from home we came to the farm-house of ' Squire Ray , and there I found my Dolly hitched at the gate, which was a great surprise, for the negro riding her was the meanest boy I had, and I knew he would be glad to run away if the opportunity presented i...