I took him, and ran away in the night.

They chased me, they were coming down close behind me, and I heard 'em.

I jumped right on to the ice.

How I got across I don't know.
The first I knew, a man was helping me up the bank.' It was such a sad story, that the tears came into the eyes of everyone who heard her tell it.
[Illustration] 'Where do you mean to go to, poor woman ?' asked the lady.
'To Canada, if I only knew where that was.

Is it very far off, is Canada'?
said Eliza, looking up in a simple, trusting way, to the kind lady's face.
'Poor woman,' said she again.
'Is it a great way off ?' asked Eliza.
'Yes,' said the lady of the house sadly, 'it is far away.