Enslaved persons -- United States -- Biography; Mason, Isaac, 1822-
without a halt to rest or refresh. As the day began to grow I determined
to change my road of travel. I now abandoned the railroad for the
tow-path, thinking to facilitate the travel; but I soon found out I did
not get along so fast. My feet became sore and lame, the continual
walking was beginning to manifest itself on my physical constitution;
but ambition with the force of will obviated the pain and urged the man
of suffering and disappointment onward.
After continuing in this condition for two or three days, the captain of
a canal boat asked me how I would like to ride one of the horses at
night, and remain on the boat during the day. The proposal had its
charms for me. There would be a chance for sleep during the day, there
was an opportunity for a good warm meal, and at night to sit on the
horse’s back. The offer was accepted and I went on board the boat.
The first night passed off without anything to cause alarm or to hinder
the work. In the morning I did a little work on the boat, got my own
breakfast and sought to lie down and sleep. On the second night I
resumed my task, mounted the horse, who with slow, steady tread, tramped
out the time allotted him. Night wore on, all on board the boat was
stillness; all had retired for the night to enjoy Nature’s refreshing
invigorator, sleep. As the light of early dawn lifted the curtain of
night, so that surrounding objects could be distinctly descerned, it
brought another gleam of light, for I was so much farther advanced on my
journey, and had enjoyed a little sleep and rest. We had reached Utica,
N. Y. The time would soon come when I should dismount my horse to betake
myself to the boat for rest and sleep. Sometimes it is remarkable easy
to plan out a few hours or days, but they are not as soon brought to
perfection. Difficulties in some form are apt to appear before us and
impede our progress. Surprises are constantly—well nearly
so—approaching us. There is the agreeable and disagreeable. Well there
was a surprise in reserve for this morning. I leave my reader to judge
whether it was a disagreeable or agreeable one after I have related it.
As we drew near a bridge under which we had to pass, I cast my eyes
upwards and to my utter surprise and astonishment what should I see but
the form of a man looking down on me. How quickly I remembered those
well known features. The man who five years ago was my master, who held
me in the bonds of slavery, who had cut and slashed my back; from whom I
had fled to enjoy the pure air of liberty.
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