The slaves were then placed, under his direction, in a high 'pot wagon,' covered with layers or nests of earthenware pots of graduated sizes.

I heard the driver of one of these pot wagons remark one time that when going down a steep hill, he put on the brake and always held his breath until the bottom of the hill was reached, fearing the pots might all be broken.

The wagon-load containing earthenware and slaves was driven to Stroudsburg, where the pots were delivered to a wholesale customer.

Here the runaways were released from their cramped quarters and turned over to sympathizing friends, who assisted them in reaching Canada and safety.

I have frequently met the fine-looking, courtly old gentleman who owned the pottery, and old Zacariah Mast, the skilled German potter whom he employed.