around after me as if he was not satisfied at my getting so near to the door.  But the last I saw of him in the stable was just as he turned his eyes from me; I nerved myself with all the moral courage I could command and bolted for the door, perhaps with the fleetness of a much frightened deer, who never looks behind in time of peril.  Dan was left in the stable to make ready for the race, or jump out into the street half dressed, and thereby disgrace himself before the public eye.

It would be impossible for me to set forth the speed with which I run to avoid my adversary; I succeeded in turning a corner before Dan got sight of me, and by fast running, turning corners, and jumping high fences, I was enabled to effect my escape.

In running so swiftly through the public streets, I thought it would be a safer course to leave the public way, and as quick as thought I spied a high board fence by the way and attempted to leap over it.  The top board broke and down I came into a hen-coop which stood by the fence.  The dogs barked, and the hens flew and cackled so, that I feared it would lead to my detection before I could get out of the yard.

The reader can only imagine how great must have been the excited state of my mind while exposed to such extraordinary peril and danger on every side.  In danger of being seized by a savage dog, which sprang at me when I fell into the hen-coop; in danger of being apprehended by the tenants of the lot; in danger of being shot or wounded by any one who might have attempted to stop me, a runaway slave; and in danger on the other hand of being overtaken and getting in conflict with my adversary.  With these fearful apprehensions, caution dictated me not to proceed far by day-light in this slaveholding city.

At this moment every nerve and muscle of my whole system was in full stretch; and every facility of the mind brought into action striving to save myself from being re-captured.  I dared not go to the forest, knowing that I might be tracked by blood-hounds, and overtaken.  I was so fortunate as to find a hiding place in the city which seemed to be pointed out by the finger of Providence.  After running across lots, turning corners, and shunning my fellow men, as if they were wild ferocious beasts.  I found a hiding place in a pile of boards or scantling, where I kept concealed during that day.

No tongue nor pen can describe the dreadful apprehensions under which I labored for the space of ten or twelve hours.  My hiding place happened to be between two workshops, where there were men at work within six or eight feet of me.  I could imagine that I heard them talking about me, and at other times thought I heard the footsteps of Daniel Lane in close pursuit.  But I retained my position there until 9 or 10 o’clock at night, without being discovered; after which I attempted to find my way out, which was exceedingly difficult.  The night being very dark, in a strange city, among slaveholders and slave