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they advised us not to go to Canada as we had
intended, but to settle at Boston in the United

States. It is true that the constitution of the Re-
public has always guaranteed the slaveholders the

right to come into any of the so-called free States,
and take their fugitives back to southern Egypt.

But through the untiring, uncompromising, and
manly efforts of Mr. Garrison, Wendell Phillips,

Theodore Parker, and a host of other noble aboli-
tionists of Boston and the neighbourhood, public

opinion in Massachusetts had become so much
opposed to slavery and to kidnapping, that it was

almost impossible for any one to take a fugitive
slave out of that State.

So we took the advice of our good Philadelphia
friends, and settled at Boston. I shall have some-

thing to say about our sojourn there presently.
Among other friends we met with at Philadel-

phia, was Robert Purves, Esq., a well educated and
wealthy coloured gentleman, who introduced us to

Mr. Barkley Ivens, a member of the Society of
Friends, and a noble and generous-hearted farmer,

who lived at some distance in the country.
This good Samaritan at once invited us to go and

stop quietly with his family, till my wife could
somewhat recover from the fearfulreaction of the

past journey. We most gratefully accepted the
invitation, and at the time appointed we took a

steamer to a place up the Delaware river, where our
new and dear friend met us with his snug little

cart, and took us to his happy home. This was the
first act of great and disinterested kindness we

had ever received from a white person.
The gentleman was not of the fairest complexion,

and therefore, as my wife was not in the room
when I received the information respecting him

and his anti-slaverycharacter, she thought of
course he was a quadroon like herself. But on

arriving at the house, and finding out her mistake,
she became more nervous and timid than ever.

As the cart came into the yard, the dear good
old lady, and her three charming and affectionate

daughters, all came to the door to meet us. We got
out, and the gentleman said, "Go in, and make

yourselves at home; I will see after the baggage."
But my wife was afraid to approach them. She

stopped in the yard, and said to me, "William, I
thought we were coming among coloured people?" I

replied, "It is all right; these are the same." "No,"
she said, "it is not all right, and I am not going to

stop here; I have no confidence whatever in white
people, they are only trying to get us back to

slavery." She turned round and said, "I am
going right off." The old lady then came out, with

her sweet, soft, and winning smile, shook her heartily
by the hand, and kindly said, "How art thou, my

dear? We are all very glad to see thee and thy
husband. Come in, to the fire; I dare say thou art

cold and hungry after thy journey."
We went in, and the young ladies asked if she

would like to go upstairs and "fix" herself before
tea. My wife said, "No, I thank you; I shall only

stop a little while." "But where art thou going
this cold night?" said Mr. Ivens, who had just

stepped in. "I don't know," was the reply. "Well,
then," he continued, "I think thou hadst better

take off thy things and sit near the fire; tea will
soon be ready. "Yes, come, Ellen," said Mrs. Ivens,

"let me assist thee;" (as she commenced undoing
my wife's bonnet-strings;) "don't be frightened,

Ellen, I shall not hurt a single hair of thy head.
We have heard with much pleasure of the marvel-

lous escape of thee and thy husband, and deeply
sympathise with thee in all that thou hast under-

gone. I don't wonder at thee, poor thing, being
timid; but thou needs not fear us; we would as

soon send one of our own daughters into slavery as
thee; so thou mayest make thyself quite at ease!"

These soft and soothing words fell like balm upon
my wife's unstrung nerves, and melted her to

tears; her fears and prejudices vanished, and from
that day she has firmly believed that there are good

and bad persons of every shade of complexion.
After seeing Sally Ann and Jacob, two coloured

domestics, my wife felt quite at home. After par-
taking of what Mrs. Stowe's Mose and Pete called

a "busting supper," the ladies wished to know
whether we could read. On learning we could not,

they said if we liked they would teach us. To
this kind offer, of course, there was no objection.

But we looked rather knowingly at each other, as
much as to say that they would have rather a hard

task to cram anything into our thick and matured
skulls.

However, all hands set to and quickly cleared
away the tea-things, and the ladies and their good

brother brought out the spelling and copy books
and slates, &c., and commenced with their new and

green pupils. We had, by stratagem, learned the
alphabet while in slavery, but not the writing cha-

racters; and, as we had been such a time learning
so little, we at first felt that it was a waste of

time for any one at our ages to undertake to learn
to read and write. But, as the ladies were so anx-

ious that we should learn, and so willing to teach
us, we concluded to give our whole minds to the

work, and see what could be done. By so doing,
at the end of the three weeks we remained with the

good family we could spell and write our names
quite legibly. They all begged us to stop longer;

but, as we were not safe in the State of Pennsylvania,
and also as we wished to commence doing some-

thing for a livelihood, we did not remain.
When the time arrived for us to leave for Boston,

it was like parting with our relatives. We have
since met with many very kind and hospitable

friends, both in America and England; but we have
never been under a roof where we were made to

feel more at home, or where the inmates took a
deeper interest in our well-being, than Mr. Barkley

Ivens and his dear family. May God ever bless
them, and preserve each one from every reverse

of fortune!
We finally, as I have stated, settled at Boston,

where we remained nearly two years, I employed as
cabinet-maker and furniture broker, and my wife at

her needle; and, as our little earnings in slavery
were not all spent on the journey, we were getting

on very well, and would have made money, if we had
not been compelled by the General Government, at

the bidding of the slaveholders, to break up busi-
ness, and fly from under the Stars and Stripes to

save our liberties and our lives.
In 1850, Congress passed the Fugitive Slave

Bill, an enactment too infamous to have been
thought of or tolerated by any people in the world,

except the unprincipled and tyrannical Yankees.
The following are a few of the leading features of

the above law; which requires, under heavy penal-
ties, that the inhabitants of the FREE States should

not only refuse food and shelter to a starving,
hunted human being, but also should assist, if

called upon by the authorities, to seize the unhappy
fugitive and send him back to slavery.

In no case is a person's evidence admitted in
Court, in defence of his liberty, when arrested

under this law.
If the judge decides that the prisoner is a slave,

he gets ten dollars; but if he sets him at liberty, he
only receives five.

After the prisoner has been sentenced to slavery,
he is handed over to the United States Marshal,

who has the power, at the expense of the General
Government, to summon a sufficient force to take

the poor creature back to slavery, and to the lash,
from which he fled.

Our old masters sent agents to Boston after us.
They took out warrants, and placed them in the

hands of the United States Marshal to execute.
But the following letter from our highly esteemed

and faithful friend, the Rev. Samuel May, of Bos-
ton, to our equally dear and much lamented friend,

Dr. Estlin of Bristol, will show why we were not
taken into custody.

"21, Cornhill, Boston,
"November 6th, 1850.

"My dear Mr Estlin,
"I trust that in God's good providence this letter

will be handed to you in safety by our good friends,
William and Ellen Craft. They have lived amongst

us about two years, and have proved themselves worthy,
in all respects, of our confidence and regard.

The laws of this republican and Christian land
(tell it not in Moscow, nor in Constantinople)

regard them only as slaves--chattels--
personal property. But they nobly vindicated their

title and right to freedom, two years since, by win-
ning their way to it; at least, so they thought.

But now, the slave power, with the aid of Daniel
Webster and a band of lesser traitors, has enacted

a law, which puts their dearly-bought liberties in
the most imminent peril; holds out a strong temp-

tation to every mercenary and unprincipled ruffian
to become their kidnapper; and has stimulated the

slaveholders generally to such desperate acts for
the recovery of their fugitive property, as have

never before been enacted in the history of this
government.

"Within a fortnight, two fellows from Macon,
Georgia, have been in Boston for the purpose of

arresting our friends William and Ellen. A writ
was served against them from the United States

District Court; but it was not served by the United
States Marshal; why not, is not certainly known:

perhaps through fear, for a general feeling of indig-
nation, and a cool determination not to allow this

young couple to be taken from Boston into slavery,
was aroused, and pervaded the city. It is under-

stood that one of the judges told the Marshal that
he would not be authorised in breaking the door of

Craft's house. Craft kept himself close within the


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