No one could see my face to know whether I was white or colored, while I was in the hammock; but I never closed my eyes for sleep that night.

I had often heard of explosions on board of Steamboats; and every time the boat landed, and blowed off steam, I was afraid the boilers had bursted and we should all be killed; but I lived through the night amid the many dangers to which I was exposed.

I still maintained my position in the hammock, until the next morning about 8 o'clock, when I heard the passengers saying the boat was near Cincinnati; and by this time I supposed that the attention of the people would be turned to the city, and I might pass off unnoticed.
There were no questions asked me while on board the boat.

The boat landed about 9 o'clock in the morning in Cincinnati, and I waited until after most of the passengers had gone off of the boat; I then walked as gracefully up street as if I was not running away, until I had got pretty well up Broadway.

My object was to go to Canada, but having no knowledge of the road, it was necessary for me to make some inquiry before I left the city.