tree and there passed an entire day in deep meditation.  No gleam of hope appeared, yet he would not suffer himself to think of returning to bondage.  In this dilemma he remembered a poor washer-woman named Isabella, a slave who had charge of a wash-house.  With her he resolved to seek succor.  Leaving the woods he proceeded to the wash-house and was kindly received by Isabella, but what to do with him or how to afford him any protection she could see no way whatever.  The schooling which Charles had been receiving a number of weeks in connection with the most fearful looking-for of the threatened wrath of the trader made it much easier for him than for her to see how he could be provided for.  A room and comforts he was not accustomed to.  Of course he could not expect such comforts now.  Like many another escaping from the relentless tyrant, Charles could contrive methods which to his venturesome mind would afford hope, however desperate they might appear to others.  He thought that he might be safe under the floor.  To Isabella the idea was new, but her sympathies were strongly with Charles, and she readily consented to accommodate him under the floor of the wash-house.  Isabella and a friend of Charles, by the name of John Thomas, were the only persons who were cognizant of this arrangement.  The kindness of these friends, manifested by their willingness to do anything in their power to add to the comfort of Charles, was proof to him that his efforts and sufferings had not been altogether in vain.  He remained under the floor two weeks, accessible to kind voices and friendly ministrations.  At the end of this time his repose was again sorely disturbed by reports from without that suspicion had been awakened towards the wash-house.  How this happened neither Charles nor his friends could conjecture.  But the arrival of six officers whom he could hear talking very plainly in the house, whose errand was actually to search for him, convinced him that he had never for a single moment been in greater danger.  The officers not only searched the house, but they offered his friend John Thomas $25 if he would only put them on Charles’ track.  John professed to know nothing; Isabella was equally ignorant.  Discouraged with their efforts on this occasion, the officers gave up the hunt and left the house.  Charles, however, had had enough of the floor accommodations.  He left that night and returned to his old quarters under the hotel.  Here he stayed one week, at the expiration of which time the need of fresh air was so imperative, that he resolved to go out at night to Allen’s cottage and spend a day in the woods.  He had knowledge of a place where the undergrowth and bushes were almost impenetrable.  To rest and refresh himself in this thicket he felt would be a great comfort to him.  Without serious difficulty he reached the thicket, and while pondering over the all-absorbing matter as to how he should ever manage to make his escape, an old man approached.  Now