When I arrived at the river Ohio, I found a small craft chained to a tree, in which I ferried myself across the stream.
I succeeded in getting a Steamboat passage back to Cincinnati, where I put up with one of my abolition friends who knew that I had gone after my family, and who appeared to be much surprised to see me again.

I was soon visited by several friends who knew of my having gone back after my family.

They wished to know why I had not brought my family with me; but after they understood the plan, and that my family was expected to be in Cincinnati within a few days, they thought it the best and safest plan for us to take a stage passage out to Lake Erie.
But being short of money, I was not able to pay my passage in the stage, even if it would have prevented me from being caught by the slave hunters of Cincinnati, or save me from being taken back into bondage for life.
These friends proposed helping me by subscription; I accepted their kind offer, but in going among friends to solicit aid for me, they happened to get among traitors, and kidnappers, both white and colored men, who made their living by that kind of business.

Several persons called on me and made me small donations, and among them two white men came in professing to be my friends.

They told me not to be afraid of them, they were abolitionists.