Soon after settling in Wilberforce, I found that the rumor I had heard in the States, concerning the refusal to sell land to colored persons, was literally correct, and my farm being too small to yield a support for my family, and knowing it would be useless to apply for more land, I engaged to carry packages for different merchants in the adjoining villages, as well as to and from the settlement.  Possessing a pair of excellent horses and a good wagon, I found it a profitable business, and the only one I could well do, to eke out the proceeds of my farm, and meet my expenses.

One day as I was returning from the village, one of my horses was taken suddenly ill.  I took him to a tavern near by, and as I could discover no cause for his illness, I concluded to leave him a few days, supposing rest would soon restore him.  I accordingly hired another horse, and returned to the colony.  In a day or two after, I collected my packages as usual, and started on my route, designing to leave the hired horse and take my own; but when I arrived at the tavern, I found some Indians engaged in taking off the hide and shoes of my poor, dead horse.  This was indeed, a great loss to me; but I consoled myself with the thought that I had one good horse left, yet he would hardly be sufficient to accomplish alone, the labor I had engaged to perform; nor had I the means to spare, to purchase another.  I therefore hired one, and commenced business again, with the determination to make up my loss by renewed diligence and perseverance.

I started in good spirits; but had proceeded but a few miles, when my remaining horse, which I had supposed perfectly sound, reeled and fell in the harness!  And before I could relieve him of it, my noble animal and faithful servant, had breathed his last!  Without a struggle or a movement he lay lifeless on the cold earth.  I was sad.  I deplored the loss of my good, and valuable team; but more the mystery and suspicion that hung over the event.  I returned home and sat down to devise some plan of procedure.  What could I do?  Half the means of our support had been suddenly and mysteriously snatched from us.  What could I do next?  While thus ruminating, I arose to answer a summons at the door, and who should enter but Mr. B. Paul, a brother to our foreign agent, who had so long absented himself from our house, that I was indeed surprised to see him at this time.  He, however, seated himself, with great apparent concern for my recent loss, which he soon made the subject of conversation and the object of his visit.

“There has been,” said he, “a great deal of unpleasant feeling, and injudicious speaking on both sides, for which I am heartily sorry.  The colony is too weak to sustain a division of feelings; and now, that your recent losses have left you in a far less favorable condition to sustain yourself and family, I have called to make a settlement of our former difficulties, and to offer you two hundred and fifty dollars out of the collections for the colony.”