Rev. Hiram Wilson, the Underground Rail Road agent at St. Catharines, C.W., duly announced his safe arrival as follows:
BUFFALO, Aug. 12th, 1857.
MY DEAR FRIEND—WM. STILL:—I take the liberty to inform you, that I had the pleasure of seeing a man of sable brand at my house in St. C. yesterday, by name of James Connor, lately from New Orleans, more recently from the city of Brotherly love, where he took French leave of his French master. He desired me to inform you of his safe arrival in the glorious land of Freedom, and to send his kind regards to you and to Mr. Williamson; also to another person, (the name I have forgotten). Poor Malinda Smith, with her two little girls and young babe is with us doing well.
Affectionately yours, HIRAM WILSON.
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ARRIVAL FROM WASHINGTON, D.C.
The passenger bearing this name who applied to the Committee for assistance, was a mulatto of medium size, with a prepossessing countenance, and a very smart talker. With only a moderate education he might have raised himself to the “top round of the ladder,” as a representative of the down-trodden slave. Seeking, as usual, to learn his history, the subjoined questions and answers were the result of the interview:
Q. “How old are you?”
A. “Twenty-eight years of age this coming March.”
Q. “To whom did you belong?”
A. “Mrs. Jane E. Ashley.”
Q. “What kind of a woman was she?”
A. “She was a very
clever woman; never said anything out of the
Q. “How many servants had she?”
A. “She had no other servants.”
Q. “Did you live with her?”