Two men remained in the room during the night.

Before the family retired to rest, they were all called together to attend prayers.

The man who but a few hours before had bound my hands together with a strong cord, read a chapter from the Bible, and then offered up prayer, just as though God sanctioned the act he had just committed upon a poor panting, fugitive slave.
The next morning, a blacksmith came in, and put a pair of handcuffs on me, and we started on our journey back to the land of whips, chains and Bibles.

Mother was not tied, but was closely watched at night.

We were carried back in a wagon, and after four days travel, we came in sight of St.Louis.I cannot describe my feelings upon approaching the city.
As we were crossing the ferry, Mr.Wiggins, the owner of the ferry, came up to me, and inquired what I had been doing that I was in chains.