At this word a slender boy of nine or ten years, who had been sitting quietly at the table, opened a large ledger and picked up a quill pen. He said nothing but turned his intelligent, bright eyes toward Frederick. Mr. Ruggles laid his hand on the boy’s arm. “My son here is my eyes,” he said. Frederick regarded the little fellow with amazement. He was going to write with that pen! “You are called Frederick?” the father asked. Frederick gave a start. “I have sometimes heard of another name--Bailey,” he said. “I--I really don’t know. They call me Frederick.” “For the present, we shan’t worry about the surname. It is safer now to lose whatever identity you might have. Write Frederick Johnson, son!” The boy wrote easily. “There are so many Johnsons. But now that you are a free man, you must have a name--a family name.” “Oh, yes, sir!” The days passed swiftly. Anna arrived--warmly welcomed by Tom Stuart’s mother and whisked quickly out of sight until the moment when she stood beside him. Anna, her eyes pools of happiness, wearing a lovely plum-colored silk dress! They were married by the Reverend J. W. C. Pennington, whose father, after having been freed by George Washington, had served him faithfully at Valley Forge. He refused the fee offered by the eager young bridegroom. “It is my wedding gift to you, young man. God speed you!” They were put aboard the steamer _John W. Richmond_, belonging to the line running between New York and Newport, Rhode Island. “New Bedford is your place,” David Ruggles had said. “There are many Friends in New Bedford, and the shipyards are constantly fitting out ships for long whaling voyages. A good caulker will find work. Good luck, my boy!” Since colored passengers were not allowed in the cabins, the bride and groom had to pass their first night on the deck. But what mattered whether they were cold or hot, wet or dry; whether they stood leaning over the rail, jammed against sticky kegs, or sat on the hard boards? They were free--they were young--they were on their way, to make a home, to build a life _together_. Oh, how bright the stars shone that night! Anna saw Frederick’s lips move as he gazed at them. She leaned closer and he tightened his arm about her. “I must not forget!” he murmured. The nights on the open deck--they had two of them--enfolded them and shut out all the world. The ache of all their lonely years dissolved before the new happiness in their hearts. Then, out of the gray mist and the darker shadows, emerged the gaunt shores of their new world. Anna gripped her husband’s arm and trembled. But he lifted her face to his and kissed her. As the boat approached New Bedford, the crowded harbor, with its stained, weather-beaten ships and dirty warehouses, was a golden gate--let down from the clouds just for them. Frederick wanted to shout.