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Show 198 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. Finding that his argtnnonts failed to convince 1uy uncle tho doctor "let the cat out of t ho bag," by say-in()' th'a t he had written to tho 1nayor of Bo!-iton, to a.·- o certain whether there was a pcr.:on of 1ny cle.._·cri piion at the street ancl nutnbcr fron1 ·which 1ny letter was dated. IIo had otniLtcd thi · <late in the letter he had made up to read to n1y granchnothcr. If I had <laLud fron1 New York, the old man ·would probalJly h aYe made another journey to that city. l3nt even in tha,L dark region, \Yhorc knowledge js o carefully excluded fron1 the lave, I had heard enough about ~Ias achusetts to co1ne to the conclusion that ·lavoholtler · did not consider it a conlforta.Llo place to go to in search of a runawav. That ·was before the Fugitive t...~la,ye ol Law \vas passe(l; before 1\Ias:achusetLs had COlL'cnLCLl to becon1e a " nigger hunter" for tho south. :Th1y grancltnoLhcr, \vho had bccon1o skitti ·h by seeing her fan1Hy always in clangor, can10 to 1110 \vith a very distressed countenance, and said, " ' Vhat \vill yon clo if the n1ayor of Do ·ton ·onus hi1n wor<I thaL yon haven't been thoro? Then he will u poet tho l cLLcr was a trick; and 1naybo hell fin<l ou t so1ncthing nJ>Out it, and we shall all got into trouLlo. 0 LinJa, I wi~h you had never sent the letter:." "Don't worry yourself, granchnothcr, ' said I. "Tho mayor of Boston \von't trouble hin1solf to hunt niggers for Dr. Flint. The l cLtcl" \Yill <lo good in the end. I shall got out of this dark bolo so1uo tilno or other." "I hope you w·ill, chilli," rcplic l tho good, patient old friend. "Yon have boon h ero a. long ti1no; ahnost five years; but \vhenover you do go, it will 1Jrcu.k your f' Cornpetition in Cunning. old granchnothor's h eart. I should. he expecting very day to hear that you \YOre brought ba ·k in irons and put in jail Gocl h elp yon, poor chil(l! Let us be thaukful that so1ne tin1c or other we f'hall go "whore tho wicked. coa ·o fro1u trouLliug, and. the ·weary arc at rest." :My heart rof'ponded, A.1ne11. Tho fact that Dr. Flint had \vritton to tho 1n ayor of Bo ton convinced 1no that he believed n1y l c~LL r to be genuine, and of course that he had no suspicion of n1y being any \Yl10ro in the Yicinity. It was a great object to keep up this dclu ·iou, for it made 1110 and my friend · feel lc s anxious, and it would be very convenient whenever there was a chance to escape. I resolved, therefore, to continuo to write letters from the north fro1n time to t i1ne. Two or throe \veeks passed, and as no news ca1nc from the 1nayor of Bo ton, granchnoLher began to listen to 1ny on treaty to be allowed to lea Yo n1y cell, somoLin1cs, and cxorci ·o 1ny li1uus to prcYent 1ny becon1ing a crjpplo. I \Vas allo\\'CU to slip down into tho s1nall stororootn, early j n tho n1o"·n ing, and r0111ain there a little ·while. 'rho romn was all fill ed np with barrels, except a sn1all open . pace under n1y trap-door. This facocl the door, tho upper part of which was of glass, and purpo ely left tnlcurtained, that tho curious might look in. Tho air of this place \vas close; but it ''as so n1nch better than tho at1nosphcre of n1y cell, that I dreaded to r eturn. I catno down as soon as it \Yas Jjght, and r01nainocl tjll eight o'clock, when people be(,.an to be about, and there \Va daug r that so1ne one 1niglt t con1o on the piazza. I hucl lricu Yarious |