wretches who make a business of capturing slaves.
When he entered her humble abode, he found her busy at the wash-tub.
Rejoiced to see the man who had rendered her such essential service in time of need, she threw her arms about his neck, exclaiming, ‘O, uncle Hill, how glad I am to see you!’
She hastily set aside her tub, wiped up the floor, and thinking there was nothing in the house good enough for her benefactor, she went out to purchase some little luxuries.
recommended a particular shop, and proposed to accompany her. The slave-hunter, who had been left in the street, received a private signal, and the moment she entered the shop, he pounced upon her. Before her situation could be made known to Isaac T. Hopper
, she was removed to Baltimore
The last he ever heard of her she was in prison there, awaiting her day of sale, when she was to be transported to New-Orleans
He used to say he did not know which was the most difficult for his mind to conceive of, the cruel depravity manifested by the ignorant colored man, or the unscrupulous selfishness of the slaveholder, a man of education, a husband and a father, who could consent to use such a tool for such a purpose:
Many more narratives of similar character might be added; for I think he estimated at more than one thousand the number of cases in which he had been employed for fugitives, in one way or another, during