Antislavery movements -- United States; Slavery -- United States
“For the most part, sir, my course has been uninterrupted; and,
considering the circumstances, at times even pleasant. I have suffered
little for want of food; but I need not tell you how I got it. Your
moral code may differ from mine, as your customs and usages are
different. The fact is, sir, during my flight, I felt myself robbed
by society of all my just rights; that I was in an enemy’s land, who
sought both my life and my liberty. They had transformed me into a
brute; made merchandise of my body, and, for all the purposes of my
flight, turned day into night,--and guided by my own necessities, and
in contempt of their conventionalities, I did not scruple to take bread
where I could get it.”
“And just there you were right,” said Mr. Listwell; “I once had doubts
on this point myself, but a conversation with Gerrit Smith, (a man, by
the way, that I wish you could see, for he is a devoted friend of your
race, and I know he would receive you gladly,) put an end to all my
doubts on this point. But do not let me interrupt you.”
“I had but one narrow escape during my whole journey,” said Madison.
“Do let us hear of it,” said Mr. Listwell.
“Two weeks ago,” continued Madison, “after travelling all night, I was
overtaken by daybreak, in what seemed to me an almost interminable
wood. I deemed it unsafe to go farther, and, as usual, I looked around
for a suitable tree in which to spend the day. I liked one with a
bushy top, and found one just to my mind. Up I climbed, and hiding
myself as well as I could, I, with this strap, (pulling one out of
his old coat-pocket,) lashed myself to a bough, and flattered myself
that I should get a _good night’s_ sleep that day; but in this I was
soon disappointed. I had scarcely got fastened to my natural hammock,
when I heard the voices of a number of persons, apparently approaching
the part of the woods where I was. Upon my word, sir, I dreaded more
these human voices than I should have done those of wild beasts. I was
at a loss to know what to do. If I descended, I should probably be
discovered by the men; and if they had dogs I should, doubtless, be
‘_treed_.’ It was an anxious moment, but hardships and dangers have
been the accompaniments of my life; and have, perhaps, imparted to me
a certain hardness of character, which, to some extent, adapts me to
them. In my present predicament, I decided to hold my place in the
tree-top, and abide the consequences. But here I must disappoint you;
for the men, who were all colored, halted at least a hundred yards from
me, and began with their axes, in right good earnest, to attack the
trees. The sound of their laughing axes was like the report of as many
well-charged pistols. By and by there came down at least a dozen trees
with a terrible crash. They leaped upon the fallen trees with an air of
victory. I could see no dog with them, and felt myself comparatively
safe, though I could not forget the possibility that some freak or
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