where we were betrayed. By this time I had lost
so much blood from my wounds, that they concluded my
situation was too dangerous to admit of being taken
further; so I was made a prisoner at a tavern, kept
by a man named Fisher. There my wounds were dressed,
and thirty-two shot were taken from my arm. For
three days I was crazy, and they thought I would die.
During the first two weeks, while I was a prisoner
at the tavern, I raised a great deal of blood, and
was considered in a very dangerous condition—so
much so that persons desiring to see me were not permitted.
Afterwards I began to get better, and was then kept
privately—was strictly watched day and night.
Occasionally, however, the cook, a colored woman (Mrs.
Smith), would manage to get to see me. Also James
Matthews succeeded in getting to see me; consequently,
as my wounds healed, and my senses came to me, I began
to plan how to make another effort to escape.
I asked one of the friends, alluded to above, to get
me a rope. He got it. I kept it about me
four days in my pocket; in the meantime I procured
three nails. On Friday night, October 14th, I
fastened my nails in under the window sill; tied my
rope to the nails, threw my shoes out of the window,
put the rope in my mouth, then took hold of it with
my well hand, clambered into the window, very weak,
but I managed to let myself down to the ground.
I was so weak, that I could scarcely walk, but I managed
to hobble off to a place three quarters of a mile
from the tavern, where a friend had fixed upon for
me to go, if I succeeded in making my escape.
There I was found by my friend, who kept me secure
till Saturday eve, when a swift horse was furnished
by James Rogers, and a colored man found to conduct
me to Gettysburg. Instead of going direct to
Gettysburg, we took a different road, in order to shun
our pursuers, as the news of my escape had created
general excitement. My three other companions,
who were captured, were sent to Westminster jail, where
they were kept three weeks, and afterwards sent to
Baltimore and sold for twelve hundred dollars a piece,
as I was informed while at the tavern in Terrytown.”
[Illustration: DESPERATE CONFLICT IN A BARN.]
The Vigilance Committee procured good medical attention
and afforded the fugitive time for recuperation, furnished
him with clothing and a free ticket, and sent him
on his way greatly improved in health, and strong
in the faith that, “He who would be free, himself
must strike the blow.” His safe arrival
in Canada, with his thanks, were duly announced.
And some time after becoming naturalized, in one of
his letters, he wrote that he was a brakesman on the
Great Western R.R., (in Canada—promoted
from the U.G.R.R.,) the result of being under the protection
of the British Lion.
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