My hands were fastened together with heavy irons, and two men to guard me with loaded rifles, one of whom led the horse upon which I rode.

My wife and child were set upon another nag.

After we were all ready to start my old master thought I was not quite safe enough, and ordered one of the boys to bring him a bed cord from the store.

He then tied my feet together under the horse, declaring that if I flew off this time, I should fly off with the horse.
Many tears were shed on that occasion by our friends and relatives, who saw us dragged off in irons to be sold in the human flesh market.
No tongue could express the deep anguish of my soul when I saw the silent tear drops streaming down the sable cheeks of an aged slave mother, at my departure; and that too, caused by a black hearted traitor who was himself a slave: "I love the man with a feeling soul.
Whose passions are deep and strong; Whose cords, when touched with a kindred power, Will vibrate loud and long: "The man whose word is bond and law-- Who ne'er for gold or power, Would kiss the hand that would stab the heart In adversity's trying hour." "I love the man who delights to help The panting, struggling poor: The man that will open his heart, Nor close against the fugitive at his door.
"Oh give me a heart that will firmly stand, When the storm of affliction shall lower-- A hand that will never shrink, if grasped, In misfortune's darkest hour." As we approached the city of Louisville, we attracted much attention, my being tied and handcuffed, and a person leading the horse upon which I rode.

The horse appeared to be much frightened at the appearance of things in the city, being young and skittish.