I took ten or twelve of them, and kept on my journey.

During the next day, while in the woods, I roasted my corn and feasted upon it, thanking God that I was so well provided for.
My escape to a land of freedom now appeared certain, and the prospects of the future occupied a great part of my thoughts.

What should be my occupation, was a subject of much anxiety to me; and the next thing what should be my name?
I have before stated that my old master, Dr.Young, had no children of his own, but had with him a nephew, the son of his brother, Benjamin Young.

When this boy was brought to Doctor Young, his name being William, the same as mine, my mother was ordered to change mine to something else.

This, at the time, I thought to be one of the most cruel acts that could be committed upon my rights; and I received several very severe whippings for telling people that my name was William, after orders were given to change it.