on their horrid errand. They encountered no one
in their entrance, except a colored boy, who was
making the fire; and who, being frightened at
their approach, ran and hid himself; taking a
lighted candle from the kitchen, and carrying it
up stairs, they went directly to the chamber in which
the poor girl lay in a sound sleep. They
lifted her from her bed and carried her down stairs.
In the entry of the second floor they met one
of my sisters, who, hearing an unusual noise, had sprung
from her bed. Her screams, and those of the
poor girl, who was now thoroughly awakened to
the dreadful truth, aroused my father, who hurried
undressed from his chamber, on the ground floor.
My father’s efforts were powerless against the
three; they threw him off, and with frightful
imprecations hurried the girl to the carriage.
Quickly as possible my father started in pursuit,
and reached West Chester only to learn that the carriage
had driven through the borough at full speed, about
half an hour before. They had two horses to
their vehicle, and there were three men besides
those in the house. These particulars we
gather from the colored boy Ned, who, from his hiding-place,
was watching them in the road.
“Can anything be done for the
rescue of this girl from the kidnappers?
We are surprised and alarmed! This deliberate
invasion of our house, is a thing unimagined.
There must be some informer, who is acquainted
with our house and its arrangements, or they never
would have come so boldly through. Truly, there
is no need to preach about Slavery in the abstract,
this individual case combines every wickedness
by which human nature can be degraded.
Truly, thy friend,
MARY B. THOMAS.”
In a subsequent letter, our friend says: “As
to detail, the whole transaction was like a flash
to those who saw the miserable ending. I was
impelled to write without delay, by the thought that
it would be in time for the ‘Freeman,’
and that any procrastination on my part, might jeopard
others of these suffering people, who are living, as
was this poor girl, in fancied security. Our
consternation was inexpressible; our sorrow and indignation
deepen daily, as the thought returns of the awful
announcement with which we were awakened: they
have carried Martha to the South. To do what
will be of most service to the cause—not
their cause—ours—that of our
race, is our burning desire.”
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