I passed the night in prayer to our Heavenly Father, asking that He would open to me even the smallest chance for escape.
The next morning after they had taken breakfast, four of them left me in the care of Dan Lane.

He was what might be called one of the watch dogs of Kentucky.

There was nothing too mean for him to do.

He never blushed to rob a slave mother of her children, no matter how young or small.

He was also celebrated for slave selling, kidnapping, and negro hunting.