“Get up, my child,” spake one of the women.  With scarcely life enough to move the straw covering, she, nevertheless, did now show signs of life, but to a very faint degree.  She could not speak, but being assisted arose.  She was straightway aided up stairs, not yet uttering a word.  After a short while she said, “I feel so deadly weak.”  She was then asked if she would not have some water or nourishment, which she declined.  Before a great while, however, she was prevailed upon to take a cup of tea.  She then went to bed, and there remained all day, speaking but a very little during that time.  The second day she gained strength and was able to talk much better, but not with ease.  The third day she began to come to herself and talk quite freely.  She tried to describe her sufferings and fears while in the box, but in vain.  In the midst of her severest agonies her chief fear was, that she would be discovered and carried back to Slavery.  She had a pair of scissors with her, and in order to procure fresh air she had made a hole in the box, but it was very slight.  How she ever managed to breathe and maintain her existence, being in the condition of becoming a mother, it was hard to comprehend.  In this instance the utmost endurance was put to the test.  She was obviously nearer death than Henry Box Brown, or any of the other box or chest cases that ever came under the notice of the Committee.

In Baltimore she belonged to a wealthy and fashionable family, and had been a seamstress and ladies’ servant generally.  On one occasion when sent of an errand for certain articles in order to complete arrangements for the Grand Opening Ball at the Academy of Music, she took occasion not to return, but was among the missing.  Great search was made, and a large reward offered, but all to no purpose.  A free colored woman, who washed for the family, was suspected of knowing something of her going, but they failing to get aught out of her, she was discharged.

Soon after the arrival of this traveler at Mrs. Myers’ the Committee was sent for and learned the facts as above stated.  After spending some three or four days in Mrs. Myers’ family she remained in the writer’s family about the same length of time, and was then forwarded to Canada.

Mrs. Myers was originally from Baltimore, and had frequently been in the habit of receiving Underground Rail Road passengers; she had always found Thomas Shipley, the faithful philanthropist, a present help in time of need.  The young man well knew Mrs. Myers would act with prudence in taking his companion to her house.

George Custus, the hackman, a colored man, was cool, sensible, and reliable in the discharge of his duty, as were the other parties, therefore every thing was well managed.