It was a terribly anxious time, but at last the bell rang, the boat
began to move, and George and Eliza drew long sighs of relief as they
saw the shore getting farther and farther away.

It was a lovely day. The blue waves of Lake Erie danced, rippling and
sparkling, in the sunlight. Hour after hour the boat steamed on.

Night came; and in the morning, clear and beautiful before them, rose
the shores of Canada.

George and his wife stood arm in arm as the boat came near the little
town, where they were going to land. His breath came thick and short; a
mist gathered before his eyes; he silently pressed the little hand that
lay trembling on his arm.

The bell rang--the boat stopped.

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Scarcely seeing what he did, George looked out his luggage, and gathered
his little party.

They were landed on the shore, and stood still till the boat had
started again.

Then with tears of joy, the husband and wife, with their wondering
little boy in their arms, knelt down and lifted up their hearts to God.
They were free.