I was afraid to ask a white person, and I could see no colored person to ask.

But fortunately for me I found a company of little boys at play in the street, and through these little boys, by asking them indirect questions, I found the residence of a colored man.
"Boys, can you tell me where that old colored man lives who saws wood, and works at jobs around the streets ?" "What is his name ?" said one of the boys.
"I forget." "Is it old Job Dundy ?" "Is Dundy a colored man ?" "Yes, sir." "That is the very man I am looking for; will you show me where he lives ?" "Yes," said the little boy, and pointed me out the house.
Mr.D.invited me in, and I found him to be a true friend.

He asked me if I was a slave from Kentucky, and if I ever intended to go back into slavery?
Not knowing yet whether he was truly in favor of slaves running away, I told him that I had just come over to spend my christmas holydays, and that I was going back.

His reply was, "my son, I would never go back if I was in your place; you have a right to your liberty." I then asked him how I should get my freedom?
He referred me to Canada, over which waved freedom's flag, defended by the British Government, upon whose soil there cannot be the foot print of a slave.
He then commenced telling me of the facilities for my escape to Canada; of the Abolitionists; of the Abolition Societies, and of their fidelity to the cause of suffering humanity.

This was the first time in my life that ever I had heard of such people being in existence as the Abolitionists.