When I left my parents, the trial was great, but I had now to leave a friend who had done more for me than parents could have done as slaves; and hence I felt an endearment to that friend which was heightened by a sense of the important relief he had afforded me in the greatest need, and hours of pleasant and highly profitable intercourse.
About a month previous to leaving the house of W.W., a small circumstance occurred one evening, which I only name to shew the harassing fears and dread in which I lived during most of the time I was there.

He had a brother-in-law living some ten miles distant--he was a friend to the slave; he often came unexpectedly and spent a few hours--sometimes a day and a night.

I had not, however, ever known him to come at night.

One night about nine o'clock, after I had gone to bed, (my lodging being just over the room in which W.W.and his wife were sitting,) I heard the door open and a voice ask, "Where is the boy ?" The voice sounded to me like the voice of my master; I was sure it must be his.

I sprang and listened for a moment--it seemed to be silent; I heard nothing, and then it seemed to me there was a confusion.