But I never got able to go into the bar-room until long after breakfast time, when I knew this man was gone; then I got well.
And yet I have no idea that the man would have hurt a hair of my head; but my first thought was that he was after me.

I then made up my mind to leave Portsmouth; its location being right on the border of a slave State.
A short time after this a gentleman put up there over night named Smith, from Perrysburgh, with whom I was acquainted in the North.

He was on his way to Kentucky to buy up a drove of fine horses, and he wanted me to go and help him to drive his horses out to Perrysburgh, and said he would pay all my expenses if I would go.

So I made a contract to go and agreed to meet him the next week, on a set day, in Washington, Ky., to start with his drove to the north.

Accordingly at the time I took a steamboat passage down to Maysville, near where I was to meet Mr.Smith with my trunk.