Narrative of the Life of J.D. Green, a Runaway Slave, from Kentucky eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 74 pages of information about Narrative of the Life of J.D. Green, a Runaway Slave, from Kentucky.

Narrative of the Life of J.D. Green, a Runaway Slave, from Kentucky eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 74 pages of information about Narrative of the Life of J.D. Green, a Runaway Slave, from Kentucky.
his face in them, and be ready to take my young mistress, Mary, down to Centreville, to see her grandmother.  So I prepared my horses and carriage, and on Monday was ready.  The lady got in, and when about seven miles I drove into a blind road, distant about two miles from any house, where I made the horses stand still, and I ordered Miss Mary to get out:  and when she asked me why, I thundered out at the top of my voice, “Get out, and ask no questions.”  She commenced crying, and asked if I was going to kill her.  I said “No, if she made no noise,” I helped her out, and having no rope, I took her shawl and fastened her to a tree by the roadside; and for fear she should untie the knot and spread the alarm, I took off her veil, and with it tied her hands behind her.  I then mounted the box, and drove off in the direction of Lexington, and at a place called Elton I stripped the horses of their harness and let them go.  I made my way to Louisville and arrived about 7 o’clock in the evening.  I walked about the dock until Pike No. 3, the same vessel before spoken of, was nearly ready for starting and I got a gentleman’s trunk on my shoulder and went on board, and when I had been paid six cents for carrying the trunk I watched a chance, and jumped down the cotton hold and stowed myself away among the cotton bags and the next day was in Cincinnati, Ohio, where I arrived about daylight in the morning.  I waited until the passangers had left the boat and saw neither officer nor engineer about when I ventured to go on shore.  On starting up the hill I met my master’s nephew, who at once seized hold of me, and a sharp struggle ensued.  He called for help but I threw him and caught a stone and struck him on the head, which caused him to let go, when I ran away as fast my legs could carry me, pursued by a numerous crowd, crying “stop thief.”  I mounted a fence in the street, and ran though an alley into an Irishman’s yard, and through his house, knocking over the Irishman’s wife and child, and the chair on which she sat, the husband at the time sat eating at the table, jumped into a cellar on the opposite side of the street without being seen by any one, I made my way into the back cellar and went up the chimney, where I sat till dark, and at night came down and slept in the cellar.  In the morning the servant girl came down into the cellar, and when I saw she was black I thought it would be best to make myself known to her, which I did, and she told me I had better remain where I was and keep quiet, and she would go and tell Mr. Nickins, one of the agents of the underground Railway.  She brought me down a bowl of coffee and some bread and meat, which I relished very much, and that night she opened the cellar door gently, and called to me to come out, and introduced me to Mr. Nickins and two others, who took me to a house in Sixth street, where I remained until the next night, when they dressed me in female’s clothes, and I was taken to the railway depot in a carriage—­was put in
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