crying and sobbing, and begging that he would not let those men take away their father.
But the fact that the poor fellow had acknowledged himself a slave rendered resistance hopeless.
He was taken before a magistrate, and thence to prison.
was with him when his master came the next day to carry him away.
With a countenance expressive of deepest anguish, the unhappy creature begged to speak a word in private, before his master entered.
When Friend Hopper
took him into an adjoining room, he exclaimed in an imploring tone, ‘Can't you give me some advice?’
Agitated by most painful sympathy, the Friend knew not what to answer.
After a moment's hesitation, he said, ‘Don't try to run away till thou art sure thou hast a good chance.’
This was all he could do for the poor fellow.
He was obliged to submit to seeing him bound with cords, put into a carriage, and driven off like a sheep to the slaughter-house.
He was conveyed to Maryland
and lodged in jail.
Several weeks after, he was taken thence and sold to a speculator, who was making up a coffle of slaves for the far South
After crossing the Susquehanna
, they stopped at a miserable tavern, where the speculator and his companions drank pretty freely, and then began to amuse themselves by shooting at a mark.
They placed the slave by the tavern door, where they could see him. While he sat there,