until he went in and sent the children away, “because,” said he, “children got heap of mouths, and would tell that you were here.”
We entered the house, and retired with our clothes on, in the bed just vacated by the man and wife.
The plantation was owned by A. R. Taylor
, and our good friend was the driver.
He was very intelligent, having travelled all over the country with his master.. He fully understood the danger he was in, and that if we were found in his house he would hang to the nearest tree, but he laughed at it and said, “Negroes were cheap now, and one would not be missed.”
We remained in bed all day, locked in our room, the man and his wife going away to work.
We had a cold lunch, and before starting at night they made us a nice soup.
We began our journey soon after sunset.
The night was clear, the moon shining brightly.
Our friend went with us to the Lexington turnpike
, and giving us directions left us with many good wishes for our success.
We tramped along without speaking, and made very good time.
Our road lay through the town of Lexington
, and we intended to go around it, but, like all other southern towns, it has no outskirts, and before we knew it we were in its centre.
Lights were burning in several houses, and we could hear talking, but pushed on and were safely through.
On the other side we met a negro, who gave us valuable information.
We walked all night.
The country was so open that when daylight came we could find no place to hide, and as a last resort went into a barn, and covering ourselves with hay, were soon fast asleep; but our slumbers were disturbed by an old man who came in to feed the cattle, and for their fodder took our covering.
He had two dogs that jumped upon us.