“I almost daily see the poor heart-broken slave making his way to a land of freedom.  A short time since, I saw a noble, pious, distressed, spirit-crushed slave, a member of the Baptist church, escaping from a (professed Christian) bloodhound, to a land where he could enjoy that of which he had been robbed during forty years.  His prayers would have made us all feel.  I saw a Baptist sister of about the same age, her children had been torn from her, her head was covered with fresh wounds, while her upper lip had scarcely ceased to bleed, in consequence of a blow with the poker, which knocked out her teeth; she too, was going to a land of freedom.  Only a very few days since, I saw a girl of about eighteen, with a child as white as myself, aged ten months; a Christian master was raising her child (as well his own perhaps) to sell to a southern market.  She had heard of the intention, and at midnight took her only treasure and traveled twenty miles on foot through a land of strangers—­she found friends.”

Rev. HENRY T. HOPKINS, pastor of the Primitive Methodist Church in New York City, who resided in Virginia from 1821 to 1826, relates the following fact: 

“An old colored man, the slave of Mr. Emerson; of Portsmouth, Virginia, being under deep conviction for sin, went into the back part of his master’s garden to pour out his soul in prayer to God.  For this offence he was whipped thirty-nine lashes.”

Extract of a letter from DOCTOR F. JULIUS LEMOYNE, of Washington, Pennsylvania, dated Jan. 9, 1839.

“Lest you should not have seen the statement to which I am going to allude, I subjoin a brief outline of the facts of a transaction which occurred in Western Virginia, adjacent to this county, a number of years ago—­a full account of which was published in the “Witness” about two years since by Dr. Mitchell, who now resides in Indiana county, Pennsylvania.  A slave boy ran away in cold weather, and during his concealment had his legs frozen; he returned, or was retaken.  After some time the flesh decayed and sloughed—­of course was offensive—­he was carried out to a field and left there without bed, or shelter, deserted to die.  His only companions were the house dogs which he called to him.  After several days and nights spent in suffering and exposure, he was visited by Drs. McKitchen and Mitchell in the field, of their own accord, having heard by report of his lamentable condition; they remonstrated with the master; brought the boy to the house, amputated both legs, and he finally recovered.”

Hon. JAMES K. PAULDING, the Secretary of the Navy of the U. States, in his “Letters from the South” published in 1817, relates the following: