Our sufferings, that morning, can be more easily imagined than described.

Our hopes were all blasted, at a blow.
The cruel injustice, the victorious crime, and the helplessness of innocence, led me to ask, in my ignorance and weakness "Where now is the God of justice and mercy?
And why have these wicked men the power thus to trample upon our rights, and to insult our feelings ?" And yet, in the next moment, came the consoling thought, _"The day of oppressor will come at last."_ Of one thing I could be glad--not one of my dear friends, upon whom I had brought this great calamity, either by word or look, reproached me for having led them into it.

We were a band of brothers, and never dearer to each other than now.

The thought which gave us the most pain, was the probable separation which would now take place, in case we were sold off to the far south, as we were likely to be.

While the constables were looking forward, Henry and I, being fastened together, could occasionally exchange a word, without being observed by the kidnappers who had us in charge.