owners, and now seeing a ray of hope she availed herself of the opportunity to secure her freedom.  She had occasion to go to a store in the neighborhood where she was stopping, and to her unspeakable joy she found the proprietor an abolitionist and a friend who inquired into her condition and proffered her assistance.  The store-keeper quickly made known her condition at the Anti-slavery Office, and in double-quick time J.M.  McKim and Charles Wise as abolitionists and members of the Vigilance Committee repaired to the stopping-place of the mistress and her slave to demand in the name of humanity and the laws of Pennsylvania that Aunt Hannah should be no longer held in fetters but that she should be immediately proclaimed free.  In the eyes of the mistress this procedure was so extraordinary that she became very much excited and for a moment threatened them with the “broomstick,” but her raving had no effect on Messrs. McKim and Wise, who did not rest contented until Aunt Hannah was safely in their hands.  She had lived a slave in Moore’s family in the State of Missouri about ten years and said she was treated very well, had plenty to eat, plenty to wear, and a plenty of work.  It was prior to her coming into the possession of Moore that Aunt Hannah had been made to drink the bitter waters of oppression.  From this point, therefore, we shall present some of the incidents of her life, from infancy, and very nearly word for word as she related them: 

“Moore bought me from a man named McCaully, who owned me about a year.  I fared dreadful bad under McCaully.  One day in a rage he undertook to beat me with the limb of a cherry-tree; he began at me and tried in the first place to snatch my clothes off, but he did not succeed.  After that he beat the cherry-tree limb all to pieces over me.  The first blow struck me on the back of my neck and knocked me down; his wife was looking on, sitting on the side of the bed crying to him to lay on.  After the limb was worn out he then went out to the yard and got a lath, and he come at me again and beat me with that until he broke it all to pieces.  He was not satisfied then; he next went to the fence and tore off a paling, and with that he took both hands, ‘cursing’ me all the time as hard as he could.  With an oath he would say, ’now don’t you love me?’ ’Oh master, I will pray for you, I would cry, then he would ‘cuss’ harder than ever.’  He beat me until he was tired and quit.  I crept out of doors and throwed up blood; some days I was hardly able to creep.  With this beating I was laid up several weeks.  Another time Mistress McCaully got very angry.  One day she beat me as bad as he did.  She was a woman who would get very mad in a minute.  One day she began scolding and said the kitchen wasn’t kept clean.  I told her the kitchen was kept as clean as any kitchen in the place; she spoke very angry, and said she didn’t go by other folks but she had rules of her own.  She soon ordered me to come in to her.  I went in as she ordered me; she