Scott, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
"Can't I go see my mother, first ?" I asked.
"No," he replied, not very gently, "there is no time for that, you can see her when you come back.

So hurry up and get ready, and let us have no more words about it!" How I did hate him! To hear him talk as if I were going to take a pleasure trip, when he knew that if he sold me South, as he intended, I would never see my dear mother again.
However, I hastily ran up stairs and packed my trunk, but my mother's injunction, "never to go out of the city," was ever present in my mind.
Mr.Mitchell was Superintendent of Indian Affairs, his office being in the dwelling house, and I could hear him giving orders to his clerk, as I ran lightly down the stairs, out of the front door to the street, and with fleet foot, I skimmed the road which led to my mother's door, and, reaching it, stood trembling in every limb with terror and fatigue.
I could not gain admittance, as my mother was away to work and the door was locked.

A white woman, living next door, and who was always friendly to mother, told me that she would not return until night.

I clasped my hands in despair and cried, "Oh! the white people have sold me, and I had to run away to keep from being sent down the river." This white lady, whose name I am sorry I cannot remember, sympathized with me, as she knew my mother's story and had written many letters for her, so she offered me the key of her house, which, fortunately, fitted my mother's door, and I was soon inside, cowering with fear in the darkness, magnifying every noise and every passing wind, until my imagination had almost converted the little cottage into a boat, and I was steaming down South, away from my mother, as fast as I could go.
Late at night mother returned, and was told all that had happened, and after getting supper, she took me to a friend's house for concealment, until the next day.
As soon as Mr.Mitchell had discovered my unlooked-for departure, he was furious, for he did not think I had sense enough to run away; he accused the coachman of helping me off, and, despite the poor man's denials, hurried him away to the calaboose and put him under the lash, in order to force a confession.

Finding this course unavailing, he offered a reward to the negro catchers, on the same evening, but their efforts were equally fruitless..