It was with such feelings that he informed his employer that he should leave him at the expiration of a month.
In vain did Mr.Streeter try to persuade Jerome to remain with him; and late in the month of February, the latter found himself on board a small vessel loaded with pine-lumber, descending the St.Lawrence, bound for Liverpool.

The bark, though an old one, was, nevertheless, considered seaworthy, and the fugitive was working his way out.

As the vessel left the river and gained the open sea, the black man appeared to rejoice at the prospect of leaving a country in which his right to manhood had been denied him, and his happiness destroyed.
The wind was proudly swelling the white sails, and the little craft plunging into the foaming waves, with the land fast receding in the distance, when Jerome mounted a pile of lumber to take a last farewell of his native land.

With tears glistening in his eyes, and with quivering lips, he turned his gaze toward the shores that were fast fading in the dim distance, and said,-- "Though forced from my native land by the tyrants of the South, I hope I shall some day be able to return.

With all her faults, I love my country still.".