invited to speak if they knew of aught to condemn me, but they had
remained silent, and that now it was but right I should be permitted to
leave in peace. They replied that they wanted a more thorough
investigation, that they wished to search my trunks (I had but one trunk)
and see if I was not in possession of abolition papers. It now became
evident that I should be unable to get off in the cars; and my friends
advised me to go the shortest way possible to jail, for my safety. They
said they were persuaded that what the rabble wanted was to get me into
their possession, and then to murder me. The mob looked dreadfully
enraged, and seemed to lap for blood. The whole city was in an uproar. But
the first men and the more wealthy were my friends: and they did
everything in their power to protect me. Mr. Boylan, whose name has
repeatedly occurred in this publication, was more than a father to me; and
Mr. Smith and Mr. Loring, and many other gentlemen, whose names it would
give me pleasure to mention, were exceedingly kind.

The guard then conducted me through the mob to the prison; and I felt
joyful that even a prison could protect me. Looking out from the prison
window, I saw my trunk in the hands of Messrs. Johnson, Scott, and others,
who were taking it to the City Hall for examination. I understood
afterwards that they opened my trunk; and as the lid flew up, Lo! a paper!
a paper!! Those about seized it, three or four at once, as hungry dogs
would a piece of meat after forty days famine. But the meat quickly turned
to a stone; for the paper it happened, was one _printed in Raleigh_, and
edited by WESTON R. GALES, a nice man to be sure, but no abolitionist. The
only other printed or written things in the trunk were some business cards
of a firm in Raleigh--not incendiary.

Afterwards I saw from the window Mr. Scott, accompanied by Mr. Johnson,
lugging my carpet-bag in the same direction my trunk had gone. It was