to take him over to the Ohio side, but the fear that the man was a slaveholder, or one who might possibly arrest him, deterred him from it.  The man after rowing and floating about for some time fastened the boat to the root of a tree, and started to a neighbouring farm-house.  This was George’s moment, and he seized it.  Running down the bank, he unfastened the boat, jumped in, and with all the expertness of one accustomed to a boat, rowed across the river and landed on the Ohio side.

Being now in a free state, he thought he might with perfect safety travel on towards Canada.  He had, however, gone but a few miles, when he discovered two men on horseback coming behind him.  He felt sure that they could not be in pursuit of him, yet he did not wish to be seen by them, so he turned into another road, leading to a house near by.  The men followed, and were but a short distance from George, when he ran up to a farm house, before which was standing a farmer-looking man, in a broad-brimmed hat and straight collared coat, whom he implored to save him from the “slave-catchers.”  The farmer told him to go into the barn near by; he entered by the front door, the farmer following, and closing the door behind George, but remaining outside, and gave directions to his hired man as to what should be done with George.  The slaveholders by this time had dismounted, and were in the front of the barn demanding admittance, and charging the farmer with secreting their slave woman, for George was still in the dress of a woman.  The Friend, for the farmer proved to be a member of the Society of Friends, told the slave-owners that if they wished to search his barn, they must first get an officer and a search warrant.  While the parties were disputing, the farmer began nailing up the front door, and the hired man served the back door in the same way.  The slaveholders, finding that they could not prevail on the Friend to allow them to get the slave, determined to go in search of an officer.  One was left to see that the slave did not escape from the barn, while the other went off at full speed to Mount Pleasant, the nearest town.  George was not the slave of either of these men, nor were they in pursuit of him, but they had lost a woman who had been seen in that vicinity, and when they saw poor George in the disguise of a female, and attempting to elude pursuit, they felt sure they were close upon their victim.  However, if they had caught him, although he was not their slave, they would have taken him back and placed him in goal, and there he would have remained until his owner arrived.

After an absence of nearly two hours, the slave owner returned with an officer and found the Friend still driving large nails into the door.  In a triumphant tone, and with a corresponding gesture, he handed the search-warrant to the Friend, and said, “There, Sir, now I will see if I can’t get my Nigger.”  “Well,” said the Friend, “thou hast gone to work according to law, and thou can now go