This I know will sound strangely to the ears of people in foreign lands, but it is nevertheless true.

An American citizen was fleeing from a Democratic, Republican, Christian government, to receive protection under the monarchy of Great Britain.

While the people of the United States boast of their freedom, they at the same time keep three millions of their own citizens in chains; and while I am seated here in sight of Bunker Hill Monument, writing this narrative, I am a slave, and no law, not even in Massachusetts, can protect me from the hands of the slaveholder! Before leaving this good Quaker friend, he inquired what my name was besides William.

I told him that I had no other name.

"Well," said he, "thee must have another name.