He was a devoted friend of the slave; but was very old, and not in the enjoyment of good health.

After being by the fire awhile, I found that my feet had been very much frozen.

I was seized with a fever which threatened to confine me to my bed.

But my Thompsonian friends soon raised me, treating me as kindly as if I had been one of their own children.

I remained with them twelve or fifteen days, during which time they made me some clothing, and the old gentleman purchased me a pair of boots.
I found that I was about fifty or sixty miles from Dayton, in the State of Ohio, and between one and two hundred miles from Cleaveland, on lake Erie, a place I was desirous of reaching on my way to Canada.