After a painful waiting, the Saturday morning, whose night was to witness our departure, came.  I hailed it with joy, bring what of sadness it might.  Friday night was a sleepless one for me.  I probably felt more anxious than the rest, because I was, by common consent, at the head of the whole affair.  The responsibility of success or failure lay heavily upon me.  The glory of the one, and the confusion of the other, were alike mine.  The first two hours of that morning were such as I never experienced before, and hope never to again.  Early in the morning, we went, as usual, to the field.  We were spreading manure; and all at once, while thus engaged, I was overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling, in the fulness of which I turned to Sandy, who was near by, and said, “We are betrayed!” “Well,” said he, “that thought has this moment struck me.”  We said no more.  I was never more certain of any thing.

The horn was blown as usual, and we went up from the field to the house for breakfast.  I went for the form, more than for want of any thing to eat that morning.  Just as I got to the house, in looking out at the lane gate, I saw four white men, with two colored men.  The white men were on horseback, and the colored ones were walking behind, as if tied.  I watched them a few moments till they got up to our lane gate.  Here they halted, and tied the colored men to the gate-post.  I was not yet certain as to what the matter was.  In a few moments, in rode Mr. Hamilton, with a speed betokening great excitement.  He came to the door, and inquired if Master William was in.  He was told he was at the barn.  Mr. Hamilton, without dismounting, rode up to the barn with extraordinary speed.  In a few moments, he and Mr. Freeland returned to the house.  By this time, the three constables rode up, and in great haste dismounted, tied their horses, and met Master William and Mr. Hamilton returning from the barn; and after talking awhile, they all walked up to the kitchen door.  There was no one in the kitchen but myself and John.  Henry and Sandy were up at the barn.  Mr. Freeland put his head in at the door, and called me by name, saying, there were some gentlemen at the door who wished to see me.  I stepped to the door, and inquired what they wanted.  They at once seized me, and, without giving me any satisfaction, tied me—­lashing my hands closely together.  I insisted upon knowing what the matter was.  They at length said, that they had learned I had been in a “scrape,” and that I was to be examined before my master; and if their information proved false, I should not be hurt.

In a few moments, they succeeded in tying John.  They then turned to Henry, who had by this time returned, and commanded him to cross his hands.  “I won’t!” said Henry, in a firm tone, indicating his readiness to meet the consequences of his refusal.  “Won’t you?” said Tom Graham, the constable.  “No, I won’t!” said Henry, in a still stronger tone.  With this, two