that charged me with being too severe in judging slaveholders. I
furnished the poor man with healing salve, and tried to persuade him
to rest a few days until he would be able to work; but no, he must see
Canada before he could feel safe. He was very loath to sleep in any
bed, and urged me to allow him to lie on the floor in the kitchen, but
I insisted on his occupying the bed over the kitchen. I gave him a
note of introduction to the next station agent, with a little change;
and a few weeks after I heard from my friend, whose name was George
Wilson. The reporter said: "The first two weeks he seemed to have no
energy for any thing. But then he went to work, and quite disappointed
us. He is getting to be one of the best hands to hire in Windsor."

This was the second fugitive from slavery who slept in my home--mine
being the first house they had dared to sleep in since leaving their
old home. A few days later another fugitive came from Louisiana. He
was a black-smith. I wrote to a wealthy farmer in Napoleon, Michigan,
to learn whether he could not furnish business for one or the other of
two new arrivals from slavery. To show the feelings of thousands of
our citizens at this date, I will extract a portion of his letter:

"There are constantly in our moral horizon threatenings of strife,
discontent, and outbreaks between liberty and slavery. The martyrdom
of John Brown only whets the appetite of the monster for greater
sacrifice of life. The continued imprisonment of Calvin Fairbanks and
others are not satisfying portions. I read your letter to our Arkansas
friend, and we are glad to learn that another has escaped from the
land of bondage, whips, and chains. In view of the wrongs and cruelty
of slavery, how truly may it be said:

'There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart;