74 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
happening to me, when all of a sudden I heard a
man chopping wood. I soon came up to him.
He was a white man, and he asked me where I
" Into Ohio," said I.
" Are you free?" he asked.
" Yes, Sir," I answered.
" Where's your pass, Sir?" he said.
I took out the pass I had spoken of, and handed
it to him. He saw at once that it was forged,
and told me so. I drew out of him that a genuine
pass was always signed by a great many indivi¬
duals, and countersigned by the clerk of the dis¬
trict court, besides bearing the seal. He added,
in answer to questions from me, that I was in
Tennessee, and that no pass signed by one person
would be of any use to enable me to go out of
one State into another. I felt that I was caught,
and hardly knew what to do. The man spoke
very loud and strong at first, but I suppose there
was something in my manner that made him feel
timid, for he presently began to talk more softly,
trying to calm me down. At last he said, if I
would go home with him, he would see no harm
came to me, and he would provide me with pro¬
per passes to take me through Tennessee, Ken-