into my barn.”  “Lend me your hammer that I may get the door open,” said the slaveholder.  “Let me see the warrant again.”  And after reading it over once more, he said, “I see nothing in this paper which says I must supply thee with tools to open my door; if thou wishes to go in, thou must get a hammer elsewhere.”  The sheriff said, “I will go to a neighbouring farm and borrow something which will introduce us to Miss Dinah;” and he immediately went in search of tools.  In a short time the officer returned, and they commenced an assault and battery upon the barn door, which soon yielded; and in went the slaveholder and officer, and began turning up the hay and using all other means to find the lost property; but, to their astonishment, the slave was not there.  After all hope of getting Dinah was gone, the slave-owner in a rage, said to the Friend, “My Nigger is not here.”  “I did not tell thee there was any one here.”  “Yes, but I saw her go in, and you shut the door behind her, and if she was not in the barn, what did you nail the door for?” “Can’t I do what I please with my own barn door?  Now I will tell thee; thou need trouble thyself no more, for the person thou art after entered the front door and went out at the back door, and is a long way from here by this time.  Thou and thy friend must be somewhat fatigued by this time, wont thou go in and take a little dinner with me?” We need not say that this cool invitation of the good Quaker was not accepted by the slaveholders.  George, in the meantime, had been taken to a Friend’s dwelling some miles away, where, after laying aside his female attire, and being snugly dressed up in a straight collared coat, and pantaloons to match, was again put on the right road towards Canada.  Two weeks after this found him in the town of St. Catharines, working on the farm of Colonel Strut, and attending a night school.

George, however, did not forget his promise to use all means in his power to get Mary out of slavery.  He, therefore, laboured with all his might, to obtain money with which to employ some one to go back to Virginia for Mary.  After nearly six months’ labour at St. Catharines, he employed an English missionary to go and see if the girl could be purchased, and at what price.  The missionary went accordingly, but returned with the sad intelligence that on account of Mary’s aiding George to escape, the court had compelled Mr. Green to sell her out of the State, and she had been sold to a Negro trader and taken to the New Orleans market.  As all hope of getting the girl was now gone, George resolved to quit the American continent for ever.  He immediately took passage in a vessel laden with timber, bound for Liverpool, and in five weeks from that time he was standing on the quay of the great English seaport.  With little or no education, he found many difficulties in the way of getting a respectable living.  However, he obtained a situation as porter in a large house in Manchester, where he worked during the day, and took private lessons at night.  In this way he laboured for three years, and was then raised to the situation of a clerk.  George was so white as easily to pass for a white man, and being somewhat ashamed of his African descent, he never once mentioned the fact of his having been a slave.  He soon became a partner in the firm that employed him, and was now on the road to wealth.