ABSIVAL FROM THE OLD DOMINION. 455 it stands on the old Underground Rail Road book: " I belonged to Senator Mason. The Senator was down on colored people. He owned about eighty head—was very rioh and a big man, rich enough to lose all of them. He kept terrible oversows; they would beat you with a stick the same as a dog/ The overseers were poor white trash; he would give them about sixty dollars a year." The Fugitive Slave Law and its Father are both numbered with the " Loat Cause," and the " Year of Jubilee has coine." ARRIVAL FROM THE OLD DOMINION. laNE VERY FINE "ARTICLES." LEW JONES, OSCA11 PA.YXE, MOSE WOOD, DAVE DIGG8, JACK, HEJJ, AKD BILL PADE, AND JOE BALL. The coming of this interesting party was as gratifying, as their departure must have been disagreeable to those who had been enjoying the fruits of their unpaid labor. Stockholders of the Underground Rail Road, conductors, etc., about this time were well pleased with the wonderful success of the road, especially as business was daily increasing. Upon inquiry of these passengers individually, the following results were obtained : LEWIS was about fifty-two years of age, a man of superior stature, six feet high, with prominent features, and about oue third of Anglo-Saxon bltxxi in his veins. The apparent solidity of the man both with respect to body and mind was calculated to inspire the idea that he would be a first-rate man to manage a farm in Canada. Of his bondage and escape the following statement was obtained from him: " I was owned by a man named Thomas Sydan, a Catholic, and a farmer. He was not a very hard man, but was very much opposed to black folks having their liberty. He owned six young slaves not grown up. It was owing to Sydan'B mother's estate that I came into bis hands; before her death I had hoped to be free for a long time as soon as she died. My old mistress'. name was Nancy Sydan; she was lame for twenty years, and couldn't walk a step without crutches, and I was her main support. I was foreman on the farm ; sometimes no body but me would work, and I was looked up to for support. A good deal of the time I would have to attend to her. If she was going to ride, I would have to pick her up in my arms and put her in the carriage, and many times I would have to lift her in her sick room. No body couldn't wait upon her but me. She had a, husband, and he had a master, and that was rum; he drank very hard, he killed himself drinking. He was poor support. "When he died, fifteen years ago, he left three sons, Thomas, James, and Stephen, they were all together then, 30 |