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tucky, and Ohio. He said he would number
each, so that I might not mistake one for the
other, and he advised me to throw them away,
one by one, after they had served my turn. At
length I agreed to go home with him. I re¬
mained there until night. His name was Posey,
I afterwards learned. He went away in the early
part of the evening to fetch the passes, as he
said ; but as the time wore on without his making
his appearance, I began to get uncomfortable.
I was pondering what I should do, when he sud¬
denly came in, with five other men having guns.
Then I knew I had been betrayed, and must
The first thing Posey did was to bid me
cross my hands before me. I did so. He then
took a log chain and fastened it round my leg.
When he had me fast, he began to question me
in his old rough way.
" Who do you belong to, Sir?" he said.
I told him that De Cator Stevens was my
" Where does he live?" he asked then.
" In Georgia, Sir," I answered.
" Then what are you doing here ?" was his