I had heard that the poor slave had many friends at the north.  I trusted we should find some of them.  Meantime, we would take it for granted that all were friends, till they proved to the contrary.  I sought out the kind captain, thanked him for his attentions, and told him I should never cease to be grateful for the service he had rendered us.  I gave him a message to the friends I had left at home, and he promised to deliver it.  We were placed in a row-boat, and in about fifteen minutes were landed on a wood wharf in Philadelphia.  As I stood looking round, the friendly captain touched me on the shoulder, and said, “There is a respectable-looking colored man behind you.  I will speak to him about the New York trains, and tell him you wish to go directly on.”  I thanked him, and asked him to direct me to some shops where I could buy gloves and veils.  He did so, and said he would talk with the colored man till I returned.  I made what haste I could.  Constant exercise on board the vessel, and frequent rubbing with salt water, had nearly restored the use of my limbs.  The noise of the great city confused me, but I found the shops, and bought some double veils and gloves for Fanny and myself.  The shopman told me they were so many levies.  I had never heard the word before, but I did not tell him so.  I thought if he knew I was a stranger he might ask me where I came from.  I gave him a gold piece, and when he returned the change, I counted it, and found out how much a levy was.  I made my way back to the wharf, where the captain introduced me to the colored man, as the Rev. Jeremiah Durham, minister of Bethel church.  He took me by the hand, as if I had been an old friend.  He told us we were too late for the morning cars to New York, and must wait until the evening, or the next morning.  He invited me to go home with him, assuring me that his wife would give me a cordial welcome; and for my friend he would provide a home with one of his neighbors.  I thanked him for so much kindness to strangers, and told him if I must be detained, I should like to hunt up some people who formerly went from our part of the country.  Mr. Durham insisted that I should dine with him, and then he would assist me in finding my friends.  The sailors came to bid us good by.  I shook their hardy hands, with tears in my eyes.  They had all been kind to us, and they had rendered us a greater service than they could possibly conceive of.

I had never seen so large a city, or been in contact with so many people in the streets.  It seemed as if those who passed looked at us with an expression of curiosity.  My face was so blistered and peeled, by sitting on deck, in wind and sunshine, that I thought they could not easily decide to what nation I belonged.

Mrs. Durham met me with a kindly welcome, without asking any questions.  I was tired, and her friendly manner was a sweet refreshment.  God bless her!  I was sure that she had comforted other weary hearts, before I received her sympathy.  She was surrounded by her husband and children, in a home made sacred by protecting laws.  I thought of my own children, and sighed.