162 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
At length the time came for me to go, though
I was not previously told it was necessary for my
own safety that I should quit my benefactors.
On the Saturday afternoon week, there had been
some talk of the camp of the coloured people,
near, where they met for worship, and I was
asked, quite cursorily, whether I would like to go
and see it. I answered in the affirmative. When
it was quite dark—perhaps it might be eight
o'clock—I was called out to the door, as if to go
and see the camp. There I saw7 three saddle-horses,
on one of which one of the old gentleman's sons
was mounted, holding the second horse by the
bridle. The other son held the third horse, and
" Friend John," he said, " it is not safe for
thee to stay any longer ; nor for us to keep thee.
Come, jump up."
There was no alternative hut for me to get
across the beast that had been provided for me.
I did so, not without suspicion that I was going
to be taken back into slavery. I hope I may
be forgiven for entertaining such a thought; but
after all I had passed through, I was not ready
to place implicit confidence even in those who
treated me as a friend. I am sure I am now7 very