$100 REWARD.—­Ran away, on the 11th inst., negro man, Harry Wise.  He is about 24 years of age, and 5 feet 4 inches high; muscular, with broad shoulders, and black or deep copper color; roundish, smooth face, and rather lively expression.  He came from Harford county, and is acquainted about Belair market, Baltimore.  I will pay $50 reward for him, if taken in this or Prince George’s county, or $100 if arrested elsewhere.

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    ELLIOTT BURWELL,

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    West River, Anne Arundel county.

Harry reached the station in Philadelphia, the latter part of August, 1857.  His excuse for leaving and seeking a habitation in Canada, was as follows: 

“I was treated monstrous bad; my master was a very cross, crabbed man, and his wife was as cross as he was.  The day I left they had to tie me to beat me, what about I could not tell; this is what made me leave.  I escaped right out of his hands the day he had me; he was going with me to the barn to tie me across a hogshead, but I broke loose from him and ran.  He ran and got the gun to shoot me, but I soon got out of his reach, and I have not seen him since.”

Harry might never have found the Underground Rail Road, but for this deadly onslaught upon him by his master.  His mind was wrought up to a very high state of earnestness, and he was deemed a very fitting subject for Canada.

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ARRIVAL FROM NORFOLK, VA.

ABRAM WOODERS.

Although slave-holders had spared no pains to keep Abram in the dark and to make him love his yoke, he proved by his actions, that he had no faith in their doctrines.  Nor did he want for language in which to state the reasons for his actions.  He was just in the prime of life, thirty-five years of age, chestnut color, common size, with a scar over the left eye, and another on the upper lip.

Like many others, he talked in a simple, earnest manner, and in answer to queries as to how he had fared, the following is his statement: 

“I was held as the property of the late Taylor Sewell, but when I escaped I was in the service of W.C.  Williams, a commission merchant.  My old master was a very severe man, but he was always very kind to me.  He had a great many more colored folks, was very severe amongst them, would get mad and sell right away.  He was a drinking man, dissipated and a gambler, a real sportsman.  He lived on Newell Creek, about twelve miles from Norfolk.  For the last eight years I was hired to W.C.  Williams, for $150 a year—­if I had all that money, it might do me some good.  I left because I wanted to enjoy myself some.  I felt if I staid and got old no one would care for me, I wouldn’t be of no account to nobody.”