Still, William, Underground Rail Road:
A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, Etc.

Porter & Coales, Publishers, Philadelphia, PA, 1872
Call Number: 1400, MSA L1117

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Still, William, Underground Rail Road:
A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, Etc.

Porter & Coales, Publishers, Philadelphia, PA, 1872
Call Number: 1400, MSA L1117

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686 THE UNDEBG&OWV SAIL ROAD. in the cars at five o'clock, P. M., and through the providence of God, went on their way safely and speedily, with none to molest or to make them afraid, he says : "On reaching Rochester, I began to ask myself 'how shall -we get over Niagara Falls?* I was not sure that the care ran across the Suspension Bridge; besides, I felt that we were in more danger here, than we had been at any other place. Knowing that there was a large reward offered for Joe's apprehension, I feared there might be some lurking spy ready to pounce upon us. But when we arrived at the Bridge, the conductor said: ' Sit still; this car goes across.' You may judge of my joy and relief of mind, wben I looked out and was sure that we were over! Thank God, I exclaimed, we are safe in Canada! Having now a few minutes before the cars would start again, I sat down and hastily wrote a few lines, to inform friends at home of our safe arrival. As soon as possible, I ran to the post-office with my letter, paid the postage, and while I was waiting for iny change, the car bell rang. I quickly returned, and in a few minutes, we were on our way to Chatham (200 miles West). That place we reached between seven and eight o'clock, Saturday evening. "When we got out, we met a gentleman who asked me if I wanted a boarding-house. I said yes; and he invited me to go with him. I asked him if there was any way for us to get to Dresden that night. He answered, ' No, it is a dark night, and a muddy road, and no conveyance can be got tonight' I soon found that we must stay in Chatham until Monday morning. On our way to the boarding-house, the gentleman said to me: ' Is this your son with you ?* I answered, no; and then I asked him, if he knew a man living in D., by the name of Bradley. . He replied that he was very well acquainted with him, and then inquired if that young man was Mr. Bradley's brother. I said, no—not exactly a brother. He must Lave thought it strange that I did not give him a more definite answer to his question. When we reached the house, we found several boarders in the sitting-room and a few neighbors. I had already told him my name, but with regard to Joe, I had not yet had a chauce to explain. I, of course, was introduced to those who were in the room, but Joe—well, Joe took a seat, and did not seem to be troubled about an introduction. As the landlord was g*ing out of the room, I asked permission to speak with him alone. He took me into another room, and I said to him: ' That young man, as you call him, is a young woman, and has come dressed in this manner, all the w»y from Washington City. She would be very glad now to be able to change her clothes.' He was greatly surprised, and would hardly believe that it was so ; but said,' I will call my wife.' She came, and I guess all the women in the house came with her. They soon disappeared, and Joe with them, who,