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With
the
evidence
of
freedom
in
my
possession
,
the
next
day
after
our
arrival
in
New-York
,
we
crossed
the
ferry
to
Jersey
City
,
and
took
the
road
to
Philadelphia
.
Here
we
remained
one
night
,
continuing
our
journey
towards
Baltimore
early
in
the
morning
.
In
due
time
,
we
arrived
in
the
latter
city
,
and
stopped
at
a
hotel
near
the
railroad
depot
,
either
kept
by
a
Mr.
Rathbone
,
or
known
as
the
Rathbone
House
.
All
the
way
from
New-York
,
their
anxiety
to
reach
the
circus
seemed
to
grow
more
and
more
intense
.
We
left
the
carriage
at
Baltimore
,
and
entering
the
cars
,
proceeded
to
Washington
,
at
which
place
we
arrived
just
at
nightfall
,
the
evening
previous
to
the
funeral
of
General
Harrison
,
and
stopped
at
Gadsby
's
Hotel
,
on
Pennsylvania
Avenue
.
After
supper
they
called
me
to
their
apartments
,
and
paid
me
forty-three
dollars
,
a
sum
greater
than
my
wages
amounted
to
,
which
act
of
generosity
was
in
consequence
,
they
said
,
of
their
not
having
exhibited
as
often
as
they
had
given
me
to
anticipate
,
during
our
trip
from
Saratoga
.
They
moreover
informed
me
that
it
had
been
the
intention
of
the
circus
company
to
leave
Washington
the
next
morning
,
but
that
on
account
of
the
funeral
,
they
had
concluded
to
remain
another
day
.
They
were
then
,
as
they
had
been
from
the
time
of
our
first
meeting
,
extremely
kind
.
No
opportunity
was
omitted
of
addressing
me
in
the
language
of
approbation
;
while
,
on
the
other
hand
,
I
was
certainly
much
prepossessed
in
their
favor
.
I
gave
them
my
confidence
without
reserve
,
and
would
freely
have
trusted
them
to
almost
any
extent
.
Their
constant
conversation
and
manner
towards
me
--
their
foresight
in
suggesting
the
idea
of
free
papers
,
and
a
hundred
other
little
acts
,
unnecessary
to
be
repeated
--
all
indicated
that
they
were
friends
indeed
,
sincerely
solicitous
for
my
welfare
.
I
know
not
but
they
were
.
I
know
not
but
they
were
innocent
of
the
great
wickedness
of
which
I
now
believe
them
guilty
.
Whether
they
were
accessory
to
my
misfortunes
--
subtle
and
inhuman
monsters
in
the
shape
of
men
--
designedly
luring
me
away
from
home
and
family
,
and
liberty
,
for
the
sake
of
gold
--
those
who
read
these
pages
will
have
the
same
means
of
determining
as
myself
.
If
they
were
innocent
,
my
sudden
disappearance
must
have
been
unaccountable
indeed
;
but
revolving
in
my
mind
all
the
attending
circumstances
,
I
never
yet
could
indulge
,
towards
them
,
so
charitable
a
supposition
.
After
receiving
the
money
from
them
,
of
which
they
appeared
to
have
an
abundance
,
they
advised
me
not
to
go
into
the
streets
that
night
,
inasmuch
as
I
was
unacquainted
with
the
customs
of
the
city
.
Promising
to
remember
their
advice
,
I
left
them
together
,
and
soon
after
was
shown
by
a
colored
servant
to
a
sleeping
room
in
the
back
part
of
the
hotel
,
on
the
ground
floor
.
I
laid
down
to
rest
,
thinking
of
home
and
wife
,
and
children
,
and
the
long
distance
that
stretched
between
us
,
until
I
fell
asleep
.
But
no
good
angel
of
pity
came
to
my
bedside
,
bidding
me
to
fly
--
no
voice
of
mercy
forewarned
me
in
my
dreams
of
the
trials
that
were
just
at
hand
.
The
next
day
there
was
a
great
pageant
in
Washington
.
The
roar
of
cannon
and
the
tolling
of
bells
filled
the
air
,
while
many
houses
were
shrouded
with
crape
,
and
the
streets
were
black
with
people
.
As
the
day
advanced
,
the
procession
made
its
appearance
,
coming
slowly
through
the
Avenue
,
carriage
after
carriage
,
in
long
succession
,
while
thousands
upon
thousands
followed
on
foot
--
all
moving
to
the
sound
of
melancholy
music
.
They
were
bearing
the
dead
body
of
Harrison
to
the
grave
.
From
early
in
the
morning
,
I
was
constantly
in
the
company
of
Hamilton
and
Brown
.
They
were
the
only
persons
I
knew
in
Washington
.
We
stood
together
as
the
funeral
pomp
passed
by
.
I
remember
distinctly
how
the
window
glass
would
break
and
rattle
to
the
ground
,
after
each
report
of
the
cannon
they
were
firing
in
the
burial
ground
.
We
went
to
the
Capitol
,
and
walked
a
long
time
about
the
grounds
.
In
the
afternoon
,
they
strolled
towards
the
President
's
House
,
all
the
time
keeping
me
near
to
them
,
and
pointing
out
various
places
of
interest
.
As
yet
,
I
had
seen
nothing
of
the
circus
.
In
fact
,
I
had
thought
of
it
but
little
,
if
at
all
,
amidst
the
excitement
of
the
day
.
My
friends
,
several
times
during
the
afternoon
,
entered
drinking
saloons
,
and
called
for
liquor
.
They
were
by
no
means
in
the
habit
,
however
,
so
far
as
I
knew
them
,
of
indulging
to
excess
.
On
these
occasions
,
after
serving
themselves
,
they
would
pour
out
a
glass
and
hand
it
to
me
.
I
did
not
become
intoxicated
,
as
may
be
inferred
from
what
subsequently
occurred
.
Towards
evening
,
and
soon
after
partaking
of
one
of
these
potations
,
I
began
to
experience
most
unpleasant
sensations
.
I
felt
extremely
ill
.
My
head
commenced
aching
--
a
dull
,
heavy
pain
,
inexpressibly
disagreeable
.
At
the
supper
table
,
I
was
without
appetite
;
the
sight
and
flavor
of
food
was
nauseous
.
About
dark
the
same
servant
conducted
me
to
the
room
I
had
occupied
the
previous
night
.
Brown
and
Hamilton
advised
me
to
retire
,
commiserating
me
kindly
,
and
expressing
hopes
that
I
would
be
better
in
the
morning
.
Divesting
myself
of
coat
and
boots
merely
,
I
threw
myself
upon
the
bed
.
It
was
impossible
to
sleep
.
The
pain
in
my
head
continued
to
increase
,
until
it
became
almost
unbearable
.
In
a
short
time
I
became
thirsty
.
My
lips
were
parched
.
I
could
think
of
nothing
but
water
--
of
lakes
and
flowing
rivers
,
of
brooks
where
I
had
stooped
to
drink
,
and
of
the
dripping
bucket
,
rising
with
its
cool
and
overflowing
nectar
,
from
the
bottom
of
the
well
.
Towards
midnight
,
as
near
as
I
could
judge
,
I
arose
,
unable
longer
to
bear
such
intensity
of
thirst
.
I
was
a
stranger
in
the
house
,
and
knew
nothing
of
its
apartments
.
There
was
no
one
up
,
as
I
could
observe
.
Groping
about
at
random
,
I
knew
not
where
,
I
found
the
way
at
last
to
a
kitchen
in
the
basement
.
Two
or
three
colored
servants
were
moving
through
it
,
one
of
whom
,
a
woman
,
gave
me
two
glasses
of
water
.
It
afforded
momentary
relief
,
but
by
the
time
I
had
reached
my
room
again
,
the
same
burning
desire
of
drink
,
the
same
tormenting
thirst
,
had
again
returned
.
It
was
even
more
torturing
than
before
,
as
was
also
the
wild
pain
in
my
head
,
if
such
a
thing
could
be
.
I
was
in
sore
distress
--
in
most
excruciating
agony
!
I
seemed
to
stand
on
the
brink
of
madness
!
The
memory
of
that
night
of
horrible
suffering
will
follow
me
to
the
grave
.
