This was a death blow to all my hopes and pleasant plans.

While I was in Madison I hired a white man to go over to Bedford, in Kentucky, where my mother was then living, and bring her over into a free State to see me.

I hailed her approach with unspeakable joy.

She informed me too, on inquiring whether my family had ever been heard from, that the report which I had just heard in relation to Malinda was substantially true, for it was the same message that she had sent to her mother and friends.

And my mother thought it was no use for me to run any more risks, or to grieve myself any more about her.
From that time I gave her up into the hands of an all-wise Providence.