The prospect seemed rather discouraging, and the trader said, “Come now, suppose you buy Zeke yourself?  I’ll sell him low.”

“If I bought him, I should only have to maintain him into the bargain,” replied the black man.  “He’s my brother, to be sure; but then he’ll never be good for anything.”

“Perhaps he would behave better if he was free,” urged Mr. Godwin.

“That’s the only chance there is of his ever doing any better,” responded the colored man.  “But I’m very doubtful about it.  If I should make up my mind to give him a chance, what would you be willing to sell him for?”

The speculator named one hundred and fifty dollars.

“Poh!  Poh!” exclaimed the other.  “I tell you Zeke will never be worth a cent to you or anybody else.  A hundred and fifty dollars, indeed!”

The parley continued some time longer, and the case seemed such a hopeless one, that Mr. Godwin finally agreed to take sixty dollars.  The colored man went off, and soon returned with the required sum.  Isaac T. Hopper drew up a deed of manumission, in which the purchaser requested him to insert that Zeke was now commonly called Samuel Johnson.  The money was paid, and the deed signed with all necessary formalities.  When the business was entirely completed, the colored man said, “Zeke is now free, is he?” When Mr. Godwin answered, “Yes,” he turned to Friend Hopper and repeated the question:  “Zeke is free, and nobody can take him; can they, Mr. Hopper?  If he was here, he would be in no danger; would he?”

Friend Hopper replied, “Wherever Zeke may now be, I assure thee he is free.”

Being thus assured, the black man made a low bow, and with a droll expression of countenance said, “I hope you are very well, Mr. Godwin.  I am happy to see you, sir.  I am Zeke!”

The speculator, finding himself thus outwitted, flew into a violent rage.  He seized Zeke by the collar, and began to threaten and abuse him.  But the colored man shook his fist at him, and said, “If you don’t let me go, Mr. Godwin, I’ll knock you down.  I’m a free citizen of these United States; and I won’t be insulted in this way by anybody.”

Friend Hopper interfered between them, and Mr. Godwin agreed to go before a magistrate to have the case examined.  When the particulars had been recounted, the magistrate answered, “You have been outwitted, sir.  Zeke is now as free as any man in this room.”

There was something so exhilarating in the consciousness of being his own man, that Zeke began to “feel his oats,” as the saying is.  He said to the magistrate, “May it please your honor to grant me a warrant against Mr. Godwin?  He violently seized me by the collar; thus committing assault and battery on a free citizen of these United States.”

Friend Hopper told him he had better be satisfied with that day’s work, and let Mr. Godwin go home.  He yielded to this expostulation, though he might have made considerable trouble by insisting upon retaliation.