for them.  By some means, he and the master, so says report, went to Vincennes and claimed the fugitives, chained Mr. Concklin and hurried all off.  Mr. Concklin wrote to Mr. David Stormon, Princeton, as soon as he was cast into prison, to find bail.  So soon as we got the letter and could get off, two of us were about setting off to render all possible aid, when we were told they all had passed, a few hours before, through Princeton, Mr. Concklin in chains.  What kind of process was had, if any, I know not.  I immediately came down to this place, and learned that they had been put on a boat at 3 P.M.  I did not arrive until 6.  Now all hopes of their recovery are gone.  No case ever so enlisted my sympathies.  I had seen Mr. Concklin in Cincinnati.  I had given him aid and counsel.  I happened to see them after they landed in Indiana.  I heard Peter and Levin tell their tale of suffering, shed tears of sorrow for them all; but now, since they have fallen a prey to the unmerciful blood-hounds of this state, and have again been dragged back to unrelenting bondage, I am entirely unmanned.  And poor Concklin!  I fear for him.  When he is dragged back to Alabama, I fear they will go far beyond the utmost rigor of the law, and vent their savage cruelty upon him.  It is with pain I have to communicate these things.  But you may not hear them from him.  I could not get to see him or them, as Vincennes is about thirty miles from Princeton, where I was when I heard of the capture.

I take pleasure in stating that, according to the letter he (Concklin) wrote to Mr. D. Stewart, Mr. Concklin did not abandon them, but risked his own liberty to save them.  He was not with them when they were taken; but went afterwards to take them out of jail upon a writ of Habeas Corpus, when they seized him too and lodged him in prison.

I write in much haste.  If I can learn any more facts of importance, I may write you.  If you desire to hear from me again, or if you should learn any thing specific from Mr. Concklin, be pleased to write me at Cincinnati, where I expect to be in a short time.  If curious to know your correspondent, I may say I was formerly Editor of the “New Concord Free Press,” Ohio.  I only add that every case of this kind only tends to make me abhor my (no!) this country more and more.  It is the Devil’s Government, and God will destroy it.

    Yours for the slave, N.R.  JOHNSTON.

P.S.  I broke open this letter to write you some more.  The foregoing pages were written at night.  I expected to mail it next morning before leaving Evansville; but the boat for which I was waiting came down about three in the morning; so I had to hurry on board, bringing the letter along.  As it now is I am not sorry, for coming down, on my way to St. Louis, as far as Paducah, there I learned from a colored man at the wharf that, that same day, in the morning, the master and the family of fugitives arrived