In the evening a friend arrived, bringing with him a bright, handsome boy, whom he called Joe.  Most heartily was “Joe” welcomed, and deep was the thrill which we felt, as we looked upon him and thought of the perils he had escaped.  The next day was Thanksgiving-day, and my house was thronged with guests.  In an upper room, with a comfortable fire, and the door locked, sat “Joe,” still in boy’s clothes, to be able to escape at the first intimation of danger, but with a smile and look of touching gratitude, whenever any one of the family who was in the secret, left the festive group to look in upon the interesting stranger.  Not one of us can ever forget the deep abhorrence of Slavery, and thanksgiving to Almighty God, that we felt that day as we moved among the guests, who were wholly ignorant of the occupant of that upper room.  Some curiosity was indeed excited among the little grandchildren, who saw slices of turkey and plum pudding sent up stairs.  It was “Joe’s” first Thanksgiving dinner in a free State.

    As she brought nothing away with her, it was necessary, the next
    day, to procure a complete wardrobe for a girl, which was
    carefully packed for her to take with her.

The second day after “Joe’s” arrival, the Rev. Mr. Freeman, pastor of a colored church in Brooklyn, agreed to accompany her to her uncle Brown’s in Canada West, and we saw them depart, knowing the danger that would beset both on the way.  The following is part of a letter from Mr. F., giving an account of their journey.  After stating that they left New York, in the cars at five o’clock, P.M., and through the providence of God, went on their way safely and speedily, with none to molest or to make them afraid, he says: 

“On reaching Rochester, I began to ask myself ’how shall we get over Niagara Falls?’ I was not sure that the cars ran across the Suspension Bridge; besides, I felt that we were in more danger here, than we had been at any other place.  Knowing that there was a large reward offered for Joe’s apprehension, I feared there might be some lurking spy ready to pounce upon us.  But when we arrived at the Bridge, the conductor said:  ’Sit still; this car goes across.’  You may judge of my joy and relief of mind, when I looked out and was sure that we were over!  Thank God, I exclaimed, we are safe in Canada!

Having now a few minutes before the cars would start again, I sat down and hastily wrote a few lines, to inform friends at home of our safe arrival.  As soon as possible, I ran to the post-office with my letter, paid the postage, and while I was waiting for my change, the car bell rang.  I quickly returned, and in a few minutes, we were on our way to Chatham (200 miles West).  That place we reached between seven and eight o’clock, Saturday evening.  When we got out, we met a gentleman who asked me if I wanted a boarding-house.  I said yes; and he invited me to go with him.