It was just after dinner when I was arrested, and the examination, which was a long one, continued till evening.  Every one in the magistrate’s office was tired out with it, I especially, and so I took a favorable opportunity to leave the premises.  I bolted for the door, ran down stairs into the street, and was well out of town before the astonished magistrate, stunned constable, and amazed spectators realized that I had gone.

Whether they than set out in pursuit of me I never knew, I only know they did not catch me.  I ran till I came to the house of a farmer whom I had been attending for some ailment, and hurriedly narrating the situation, I offered him one hundred dollars if he would secrete me till the hue and cry was over and I could safely get away.  I think he would have done it from good will, but the hundred dollar bill I offered him made the matter sure.  He put my money into his pocket, and he put me into a dark closet, not more than five feet square, and locked me in.

I stayed in that man’s house, never going out of doors, for more than three weeks, and did my best to board out my hundred dollars.  The day after my flight the whole neighborhood was searched, that is, the woods, roads, and adjacent villages.  They never thought of looking in a house, particularly in a house so near the town; and, as I heard from my protector, they telegraphed and advertised far and near for me.

I anticipated all this, and for this very reason I remained quietly where I was, in an unsuspected house, and with my dark closet to retire to whenever any one came in; and gossiping neighbors coming in almost every hour, kept me in that hole nearly half the time.  I heard my own story told in that house at least fifty times, and in fifty different ways.

At last, when I thought it was safe, one night my host harnessed up his horses and carried me some miles on my way to Concord.  He drove as far as he dared, for he wanted to get back home by daylight, so that his expedition might excite no suspicion.  Twenty miles away from Keene he set me down in the road, and, bidding him “good-bye,” I began my march toward Concord.  When I arrived there, almost the first man I saw in the street was a doctor from Keene.  I did not think he saw me, but he did, as I soon found out, for while I was waiting at the depot to take the cars to the north, I was arrested.

The Keene doctor owed me a grudge for interfering, as he deemed it; with his regular practice, and the moment he saw me he put an officer on my trail.  I thought it was safe here to take the cars, for I was footsore and weary, nor did I get away from Keene as fast and as far as I wanted to.  I should have succeeded but for that doctor.

When the officer brought me before a justice, the doctor was a willing witness to declare that I was a fugitive from justice, and he stated the circumstances of my escape.  So I was sent back to Keene under charge of the very officer who arrested me at the depot.