But I was soon called upon to make a similar effort to save my eldest son from being sold far from me.

Entirely unexpected, I received the painful news that my boy was in one of the trader's jails in Richmond, and for sale.

The dealer knew me, and was disposed to let me have him, if I could get any one to purchase him.

I was, of course, deeply anxious to help my boy; but I began to think that I had already drawn so heavily on the liberality of all my friends, that to appeal to them again seemed out of the question.

I immediately wrote to the owners of my son, and received an answer--that his price was fixed at seven hundred dollars.
The fact is, God had already done so much more for me and my family than we had ever expected, that we could not tell what further help He might give us, until we had asked Him for it; and we could but pray over this trying affair.