SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA. 165
informed it would be unsafe; so after resting four
days, during which time I worked splitting rails,
I set off one morning for Marshall, in Michigan.
It would not interest my readers much to
follow me on my journey, for nothing of any
consequence occurred to me. I travelled chiefly
by night, that being the safest time. Indeed, I
made very light of any real privations I now
experienced. The sense of present security, and
the certainty of freedom awaiting me, more than
compensated me for temporary inconveniences.
I felt quite happy, knowing I should meet with
none but friends on my road to Canada. My
way seemed perfectly clear, and the only descrip¬
tion [ can give of my sensations, is, that I felt
like a new man.
I arrived in Marshall one morning, and was in
search of a certain friend, when I was hailed, as
I was going down the street, by a number of
coloured people who were building a chapel, and
who had been hired to do the work by Mr.
Fitch. They asked me various questions, and
I soon discovered that, like myself, they were
fugitives from slavery. Their names were Sa¬
muel Patterson, Noel Johnson, Thomas Smith, a
man named Samuel, Elias Earle, and Thomas