As for Master William Freeland, good, unsuspecting soul, he did not believe that we were intending to run away at all. Not a blow, as I learned, was struck any one of them. Freeland, made to me just before leaving for the jail-namely: that they had been allured into the wicked scheme of making their escape, by me and that, but for me, they would never have dreamed of a thing so shocking! My friends had nothing to regret, either for while they were watched more closely on account of what had happened, they were, doubtless, treated more kindly than before, and got new assurances that they would be legally emancipated, some day, provided their behavior should make them deserving, from that time forward. Their masters have mercifully forgiven them, probably on the ground suggested in the spirited little speech of Mrs. I have not, therefore, any thing to regret on their account. Charles Roberts and Henry Baily are safe at their homes. "All is well that ends well." My affectionate comrades, Henry and John Harris, are still with Mr. The prospect, from that point, did look about as dark as any that ever cast its gloom over the vision of the anxious, out-looking, human spirit. The little domestic revolution, notwithstanding the sudden snub it got by the treachery of somebody-I dare not say or think who-did not, after all, end so disastrously, as when in the iron cage at Easton, I conceived it would. Well! dear reader, I am not, as you may have already inferred, a loser by the general upstir, described in the foregoing chapter.
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