armed with deadly weapons, awaiting the approach of the intruders.  Had they come the whole party would have been massacred.  I advised Dorsey to leave, but he very pointedly refused, saying he had been taken up once before alive, but never would be again.  The men told him to stand his ground, and they would stand by him and defend him, they had lived together, and would die together.  I told them that they knew the strength of the pro-slavery feeling that surrounded them, and that they would be overpowered, and perhaps many lives lost, which might be saved by his changing his place of residence.  He said, he had no money, and would rather die with his family, than be killed on the road.  I said, how much money do you want to start with, and we will send you more if you need it.  Here is one hundred dollars in gold.  “That is not enough.”  “Will two hundred dollars do?” “Yes.”  I shall bring it to you to-morrow.  I got the money the next morning, and when I came with it, he said, he could not leave unless his family was taken care of.  I told him I would furnish his family with provisions for the next six months.  Then he said he had two small houses, worth four hundred and seventy-five dollars.  My reply was that I will sell them for you, and give the money to your family.  He then gave me a power of attorney to do so, and attended to all his affairs.  He left the next day, being the Sabbath, and has never returned since, although he has lived in the City of Boston ever since, except about six months in Canada.

I wish to notice this case a little further, as the only one out of many to which I will refer.  About the year 1831 or 1832, Mr. Joseph Purvis, a younger brother of Robert Purvis, about nineteen or twenty years of age, was visiting Mr. Stephen Smith, of Columbia, and while there the claimants of Dorsey came and secured him, and had proceeded about two miles with him on the way to Lancaster.  Young Purvis heard of it, and his natural and instinctive love of freedom fired up his warm southern blood at the very recital.  He was one of nature’s noblemen.  Fierce, fiery, and impulsive, he was as quick to decide as to perform.  He demanded an immediate rescue.  Though he was advised of the danger of such an attempt, his spirit and determination made him invincible.  He proceeded to a place where some colored men were working.  With a firm and determined look, and a herculean shout, he called out to them, “To arms, to arms! boys, we must rescue this man; I shall lead if you will follow.”  “We will,” was the immediate response.  And they went and overtook them, and dispersed his claimants.  They brought Dorsey back in triumph to Columbia.

He then gave Dorsey his pistol, with the injunction that he should use it and die in defence of his liberty rather than again be taken into bondage.  He promised he would.  I found him with this pistol on his table, the night I called on him, and I have every reason to believe