One of our pigs was cooked for us to eat that night; and the turkey the next morning.

But we were both tied that night with our hands behind us, and our feet were also tied.
The doors were locked, and a bedstead was set against the front door, and two men slept in it to prevent our getting out in the night.

They said that they knew how to catch runaway negroes, and how to keep them after they were caught.
They remarked that after they found we had stopped to lay by until night, and they saw from our tracks what direction we were travelling, they went about ten miles on that direction, and hid by the road side until we came up that night.

That night after all had got fast to sleep, I thought I would try to get out, and I should have succeeded, if I could have moved the bed from the door.

I managed to untie myself and crawled under the bed which was placed at the door, and strove to remove it, but in so doing I awakened the men and they got up and confined me again, and watched me until day light, each with a gun in hand.
The next morning they started with us back to Deacon Whitfield's plantation; but when they got within ten miles of where he lived they stopped at a public house to stay over night; and who should we meet there but the Deacon, who was then out looking for me.
The reader may well imagine how I felt to meet him.