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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

second attempt to secure my freedom. I now had

three weeks during which to prepare for my journey.

Early on Monday morning, before Master Hugh had

time to make any engagement for me, I went out

and got employment of Mr. Butler, at his ship-yard

near the drawbridge, upon what is called the City

Block, thus making it unnecessary for him to seek

employment for me. At the end of the week, I

brought him between eight and nine dollars. He

seemed very well pleased, and asked why I did not

do the same the week before. He little knew what

my plans were. My object in working steadily was

to remove any suspicion he might entertain of my

intent to run away; and in this I succeeded admi-

rably. I suppose he thought I was never better

satisfied with my condition than at the very time

during which I was planning my escape. The second

week passed, and again I carried him my full wages;

and so well pleased was he, that he gave me twenty-

five cents, (quite a large sum for a slaveholder to

give a slave,) and bade me to make a good use of it.

I told him I would.

Things went on without very smoothly indeed,

but within there was trouble. It is impossible for

me to describe my feelings as the time of my con-

templated start drew near. I had a number of warm-

hearted friends in Baltimore, — friends that I loved

almost as I did my life, — and the thought of being

separated from them forever was painful beyond

expression. It is my opinion that thousands would

escape from slavery, who now remain, but for the

strong cords of affection that bind them to their

friends. The thought of leaving my friends was de-

cidedly the most painful thought with which I had

to contend. The love of them was my tender point,

and shook my decision more than all things else.

Besides the pain of separation, the dread and appre-

hension of a failure exceeded what I had experienced

at my first attempt. The appalling defeat I then

sustained returned to torment me. I felt assured

that, if I failed in this attempt, my case would be

a hopeless one — it would seal my fate as a slave for-

ever. I could not hope to get off with any thing less

than the severest punishment, and being placed

beyond the means of escape. It required no very

vivid imagination to depict the most frightful

scenes through which I should have to pass, in case

I failed. The wretchedness of slavery, and the

blessedness of freedom, were perpetually before me.

It was life and death with me. But I remained

firm, and, according to my resolution, on the third

day of September, 1838, I left my chains, and suc-

ceeded in reaching New York without the slightest

interruption of any kind. How I did so, — what means

I adopted, — what direction I travelled, and by what

mode of conveyance, — I must leave unexplained,

for the reasons before mentioned.

I have been frequently asked how I felt when I

found myself in a free State. I have never been able

to answer the question with any satisfaction to my-

self. It was a moment of the highest excitement I

ever experienced. I suppose I felt as one may imagine

the unarmed mariner to feel when he is rescued

by a friendly man-of-war from the pursuit of a pirate.

In writing to a dear friend, immediately after my

arrival at New York, I said I felt like one who had

escaped a den of hungry lions. This state of mind,

however, very soon subsided; and I was again seized

with a feeling of great insecurity and loneliness. I

was yet liable to be taken back, and subjected to

all the tortures of slavery. This in itself was enough

to damp the ardor of my enthusiasm. But the lone-

liness overcame me. There I was in the midst of

thousands, and yet a perfect stranger; without home

and without friends, in the midst of thousands of my

own brethren — children of a common Father, and

yet I dared not to unfold to any one of them my

sad condition. I was afraid to speak to any one for

fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby fall-

ing into the hands of money-loving kidnappers,

whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting

fugitive, as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in

wait for their prey. The motto which I adopted

when I started from slavery was this — “Trust no

man!” I saw in every white man an enemy, and in

almost every colored man cause for distrust. It was

a most painful situation; and, to understand it, one

must needs experience it, or imagine himself in

similar circumstances. Let him be a fugitive slave in

a strange land — a land given up to be the hunting-

ground for slaveholders — whose inhabitants are legal-

ized kidnappers — where he is every moment sub-

jected to the terrible liability of being seized upon

by his fellowmen, as the hideous crocodile seizes

upon his prey! — I say, let him place himself in my

situation — without home or friends — without money

or credit — wanting shelter, and no one to give it —

wanting bread, and no money to buy it, — and at the

same time let him feel that he is pursued by merci-

less men-hunters, and in total darkness as to what

to do, where to go, or where to stay, — perfectly help-

less both as to the means of defence and means of

escape, — in the midst of plenty, yet suffering the ter-

rible gnawings of hunger, — in the midst of houses,

yet having no home, — among fellow-men, yet feeling

as if in the midst of wild beasts, whose greediness

to swallow up the trembling and half-famished fugi-

tive is only equalled by that with which the monsters

of the deep swallow up the helpless fish upon which

they subsist, — I say, let him be placed in this most

trying situation, — the situation in which I was placed,

— then, and not till then, will he fully appreciate the

hardships of, and know how to sympathize with, the

toil-worn and whip-scarred fugitive slave.

Thank Heaven, I remained but a short time in

this distressed situation. I was relieved from it by the

humane hand of Mr. DAVID RUGGLES, whose vigi-

lance, kindness, and perseverance, I shall never for-

get. I am glad of an opportunity to express, as far as

words can, the love and gratitude I bear him. Mr.

Ruggles is now afflicted with blindness, and is him-

self in need of the same kind offices which he was

once so forward in the performance of toward others.

I had been in New York but a few days, when Mr.

Ruggles sought me out, and very kindly took me

to his boarding-house at the corner of Church and

Lespenard Streets. Mr. Ruggles was then very deeply

engaged in the memorable DARG case, as well as at-

tending to a number of other fugitive slaves, devis-

ing ways and means for their successful escape; and,

though watched and hemmed in on almost every

side, he seemed to be more than a match for his

enemies.

Very soon after I went to Mr. Ruggles, he wished

to know of me where I wanted to go; as he deemed

it unsafe for me to remain in New York. I told him

I was a calker, and should like to go where I could

get work. I thought of going to Canada; but he de-

cided against it, and in favor of my going to New

Bedford, thinking I should be able to get work there

at my trade. At this time, Anna,* my intended wife,

came on; for I wrote to her immediately after my

arrival at New York, (notwithstanding my homeless,

houseless, and helpless condition,) informing her of

my successful flight, and wishing her to come on

forthwith. In a few days after her arrival, Mr. Rug-

gles called in the Rev. J. W. C. Pennington, who, in

the presence of Mr. Ruggles, Mrs. Michaels, and

two or three others, performed the marriage cere-

mony, and gave us a certificate, of which the fol-

lowing is an exact copy: —

“This may certify, that I joined together in holy

matrimony Frederick Johnson+ and Anna Murray, as

man and wife, in the presence of Mr. David Ruggles

and Mrs. Michaels.

“JAMES W. C. PENNINGTON

“NEW YORK, SEPT. 15, 1838”

Upon receiving this certificate, and a five-dollar

bill from Mr. Ruggles, I shouldered one part of our

baggage, and Anna took up the other, and we set

out forthwith to take passage on board of the steam-

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