She plead for admission into the cold dungeon where I was confined, but without success.

With manacled limbs; with wounded spirit; with sympathising tears and with bleeding heart, I intreated Malinda to weep not for me, for it only added to my grief, which was greater than I could bear.
I have often suffered from the sting of the cruel slave driver's lash on my quivering flesh--I have suffered from corporeal punishment in its various forms--I have mingled my sorrows with those that were bereaved by the ungodly soul drivers--and I also know what it is to shed the sympathetic tear at the grave of a departed friend; but all this is but a mere trifle compared with my sufferings from then to the end of six months subsequent.
The second night while I was in jail, two slaves came to the dungeon grates about the dead hour of night, and called me to the grates to have some conversation about Canada, and the facilities for getting there.

They knew that I had travelled over the road, and they were determined to run away and go where they could be free.

I of course took great pleasure in giving them directions how and where to go, and they started in less than a week from that time and got clear to Canada.

I have seen them both since I came back to the north myself.
They were known by the names of King and Jack.
The third day I was brought out of the prison to be carried off with my little family to the Louisville slave market.