Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography; Mason, Isaac, 1822-
The night of march had come, and with our anxious faces directed
northward we started for Wilmington, Delaware, it being about
thirty-five miles away. When we had arrived within eight miles of
Wilmington, Brown took us to the house of an old colored man who was an
acquaintance of his. I did not understand why he went there, but I
judged it was to seek for information; and we did receive some very
important news. The old man told him not to go any further on that road
as there was a gang of body-snatchers waiting by the bridge to mob every
colored person that came that way. He directed him to return about eight
miles and take the first left hand road he came to, and that would bring
him into Wilmington another way where he would not meet with any
trouble. The old man’s advice was heeded. We accordingly went back, and
by the time we got there the grey dawn of morning began to appear. Day
was breaking, and travelers like the three of this band had to seek a
hiding-place while the glorious rays of the king of light prevailed, and
men were abroad upon the face of the earth.
Fortune, thus far, had bountifully smiled on our path, and nature had
lent us her aid, bidding us good-speed on our journey. As daylight
lifted the sable curtain of night we saw but a short distance from us a
dense wood, and we made for it in haste. On entering this forest we
found a very large white oak tree that could not endure the mighty winds
of the early fall, and it had been ruthlessly torn up by the roots
before its leaves had fallen. There it lay, forming a complete arbor and
place of safety. When the full light of day came, under it we crept, not
knowing how long we were to remain, nor what might be the result. Joe
Brown left us with strict orders to remain where we were until his
return, that he was going to Wilmington. We had voluntarily placed
ourselves under his care and direction for the safety of our escape,
consequently it was no more than just that we should submit to his
judgment and obey orders for the time being. We stayed all day—or as
long as daylight lasted. This was the greatest and most memorable day in
this undertaking for liberty. Fugitives from slavery.
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