God had opened to him the darkest chapter in the book of the negroes' wrongs.

Here is a page from that black volume of oppression and cruelty, the record of which he has preserved in the following graphic narrative: "During my late incarceration in Baltimore prison, four men came to obtain a runaway slave.

He was brought out of his cell to confront his master, but pretended not to know him--did not know that he had ever seen him before--could not recollect his name.

Of course the master was exceedingly irritated.

'Don't you remember,' said he, 'when I gave you not long since thirty-nine lashes under the apple-tree?
Another time when I gave you a sound flogging in the barn?
Another time when you was scourged for giving me the lie, by saying that the horse was in a good condition ?' 'Yes,' replied the slave, whose memory was thus quickened, 'I do recollect.