'To Canada, if I only knew where that was. Is it very far off, is
Canada'? said Eliza, looking up in a simple, trusting way, to the kind
lady's face.

'Poor woman,' said she again.

'Is it a great way off?' asked Eliza.

'Yes,' said the lady of the house sadly, 'it is far away. But we will
try to help you to get there.' Eliza wanted to go to Canada, because it
belonged to the British. They did not allow any one to be made a slave
there. George, too, was going to try to reach Canada.

'Wife,' said the gentleman, when they had gone back again into their
own sitting-room, 'we must get that poor woman away to-night. She is not
safe here. I know some good people, far in the country, who will take
care of her.'

So this kind gentleman got the carriage ready, and drove Eliza and her
boy a long, long way, through the dark night, to a cottage far in the
country. There he left her with a good man and his wife, who promised to
be kind to her, and help her to go to Canada. He gave some money to the
good man too, and told him to use it for Eliza.




CHAPTER VI