Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography; Mason, Isaac, 1822-
I had no means of keeping the days of the month, but was fortunate
enough to remember the day of the week. So it was on a Tuesday morning
that our eyes rested on a State where liberty for the negro slave could
be enjoyed. Perry Augustus, our guide, with much seeming satisfaction
and delight, informed us that we had crossed out of slavery into
freedom. We had had our faithful guides, and they had discharged their
obligations to us to the letter; but I had not forgotten my early
impressions of the existence of an ever kind Providence, for which
gratitude should be shown, consequently I suggested that we should have
a season of prayer and return thanks to God for this safe deliverance.
The old man readily consented to the proposal, and we all knelt down on
the snow-covered ground and offered up humble thanksgiving, and
petitions for future protection and guidance, to the Great Supreme Ruler
of heaven and earth. Those who have been under some heavy burden,
weighing them down by continued torture and misery, when to their relief
has come some happy event, or some sympathising friend who has removed
the torturing evil, may form some idea of the felicity enjoyed by us on
that memorable morning.
When the other two boys learned that we had been successful in crossing
into the land of freedom, they became reconciled, and expressed
themselves as being sorry for the unnecessary trouble they had caused
me, especially while concealed in the forest. We journeyed on for a
distance of about ten miles when we came to a place called New Garden.
At this place we were made acquainted with an old man by the name of
Nelson Wiggins. This we found also to be the resting place of Perry
Augustus. Further developments showed that it was more than a resting
place, it was a temporal home, a little heaven on earth for a fugitive.
The old man had two daughters, who had charge of the house, as his wife
was dead; one of these tender-hearted and benevolent ladies, with her
father, bid us welcome and make ourselves at home. The invitation was
readily accepted and we were comfortably housed and seated. Her agile
step and busy hands were soon employed in preparing a breakfast for the
weary travelers. When it had been prepared we were bid to partake of it.
Breakfast over we were directed to go up stairs where we would find beds
upon which to rest ourselves. The directions were soon followed, and we
laid us down to rest and sleep, to dream of the past and plan for the
future. We remained there all day.
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