As Mr.Walker was acquainted with the jailer, I feared that I should be found out if I did not go, and be treated in consequence of it still worse.
While I was meditating on the subject, I saw a colored man about my size walk up, and the thought struck me in a moment to send him with my note.
I walked up to him, and asked him who he belonged to.

He said he was a free man, and had been in the city but a short time.

I told him I had a note to go into the jail, and get a trunk to carry to one of the steamboats; but was so busily engaged that I could not do it, although I had a dollar to pay for it.

He asked me if I would not give him the job.
I handed him the note and the dollar, and off he started for the jail.
I watched to see that he went in, and as soon as I saw the door close behind him, I walked around the corner, and took my station, intending to see how my friend looked when he came out.

I had been there but a short time, when a colored man came around the corner, and said to another colored man with whom he was acquainted-- "They are giving a nigger scissors in the jail." "What for ?" said the other.