So they took me across the river, and locked me up in Covington jail, for safe keeping.

This was the first time in my life that I had been put into a jail.

It was truly distressing to my feelings to be locked up in a cold dungeon for no crime.

The jailor not being at home, his wife had to act in his place.

After my owners had gone back to Cincinnati, the jailor's wife, in company with another female, came into the jail and talked with me very friendly.
I told them all about my situation, and these ladies said they hoped that I might get away again, and went so far as to tell me if I should be kept in the jail that night, there was a hole under the wall of the jail where a prisoner had got out.