was Dick:  moreover, I told him that I had seen him in and out of the stable on Saturday night, so master tied Dick up and gave him 39 lashes more, and washed his back down with salt and water, and told him that at night if he did not confess, he would give him as much more; so at night, when master went out to Dick again, he asked if he had made up his mind to tell him the truth, Dick said, yes, master;—­well, said master, let me hear it.  Well master, said Dick, I did turn the horses out; but will never do so again.  So master, satisfied with this confession, struck Dick no more, and ordered him to be untied; but Dick had a sore back for many weeks.  And now to return to the negroes I had left at the dance, when they discovered that their horses were gone there was the greatest consternation amongst them, the forebodings of the awful consequences if they dared to go home induced many that night to seek salvation in the direction and guidance of the north star.  Several who started off on that memorable night I have since shook hands with in Canada.  They told me there were sixteen of them went off together, four of them were shot or killed by the bloodhounds, and one was captured while asleep in a barn; the rest of those who were at the dance either went home and took their floggings, or strayed into the woods until starved out, and then surrendered.  One of those I saw in Toronto, is Dan Patterson; he has a house of his own, with a fine horse and cart, and he has a beautiful Sambo woman for his wife, and four fine healthy-looking children.  But, like myself, he had left a wife and six children in slavery.  When I was about seventeen, I was deeply smitten in love with a yellow girl belonging to Doctor Tillotson.  This girl’s name was Mary, of whose lovliness I dreamt every night.  I certainly thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my life.  Her colour was very fair, approaching almost to white; her countenance was frank and open, and very inviting; her voice was as sweet as the dulcimer, her smiles to me were like the May morning sunbeams in the spring, one glance of her large dark eyes broke my heart in pieces, with a stroke like that of an earthquake.  O, I thought, this girl would make me a paradise, and to enjoy her love I thought would be heaven.  In spite of either patrols or dogs, who stood in my way, every night nearly I was in Mary’s company.  I learned from her that she had already had a child to her master in Mobile, and that her mistress had sold her down here for revenge; and she told me also of the sufferings that she had undergone from her mistress on account of jealousy—­her baby she said her mistress sold out of her arms, only eleven months old, to a lady in Marysville, Kentucky.  Having never before felt a passion like this, or of the gentle power, so peculiar to women, that, hard as I worked all day, I could not sleep at night for thinking of this almost angel in human shape.  We kept company about six weeks, during which time I was at sometimes as wretched