Underground Railroad
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.
BLACK LAWS.
The early settlers of this
county, although mainly from the Southern or slave States, entertained a
deep-seated prejudice against the
negro, for which it is hard for us to account at the present day. This
prejudice, we may remark, was not held altogether and only in this county, for
by referring to the Revised Statutes of this State, approved March 3, 1845, we
find the following in chapter 54, under the head of "Negroes and Mulattoes: "
Section 8. Any person who
shall hereafter bring into this State any black or mulatto person, in order to
free him or her from slavery, or shall directly or indirectly bring into this
State, or aid or assist any person in bringing any such black and mulatto person
to settle and reside therein, shall be fined one hundred dollars on conviction
and indictment, before any justice of the peace in the county where such offense
shall be committed.
Section 9. If any slave or
servant shall be found at a distance of ten miles from the tenement of his or
her master, or person with whom he or she lives,
without a pass or some letter or token whereby it may appear that he or she is
proceeding by authority from his or her master, employer or overseer, it shall
and may be lawful for any person to apprehend and carry him or her before a
justice of the peace, to be by his order punished with stripes, not exceeding
thirty-five, at his discretion.
Section 10. If any slave or
servant shall presume to come and be upon the plantation or at the dwelling of
any person whatsoever, without leave from his or her owner, not being sent upon
lawful business, it shall be lawful for the owner of such plantation or dwelling
house to give or order such slave or servant ten lashes on his or her bare back.
Section 12. If any person or
persons shall permit or suffer any slave or slaves, servant or servants of
color, to the number of three or more, to assemble in his, her or their
outhouse, yard or shed, for the purpose of dancing or revelling, either by night
or by day, the person or persons so offending shall forfeit and pay the sum
of twenty dollars with cost to any person or persons
who will sue for and recover the same by action of
debt or indictment, in any court of record proper to
try the same.
Section 13. It shall be the
duty of all coroners, sheriffs, judges and justices of the peace, who shall see
or know of, or be informed of any such assemblage of slaves or servants,
immediately to commit such slaves or servants to the jail of the county, and on
view or proof thereof to order each-and every such
slave or servant to be whipped not exceeding thirty-nine stripes on his or her
bare back.
MODE OF RUNNING THE U. G. R.
R.
Very likely all of our
readers have heard of the famous, Underground Railroad, but very few know
anything of its system of work. Happily the corporation does not now exist, the
necessity for the enterprise not being apparent at the present time, as the
class of freight or passengers transported over the line are not now produced.
The question of slavery has
always been a mixed one, from the time the first slave
was imported into our country until, by the emancipation proclamation
of Abraham Lincoln, all men were made free and equal
in the eyes of the law. A strong anti-slavery party has long existed in the
country. The framers of our constitution upon the organization of the government
had to deal with the question of slavery; the successive administrations from
Washington to Lincoln had to grapple with it; various compromises were adopted
which it was thought would quiet its spirit; but, like Banquo's ghost, it would
not down at the bidding of any man or party. The death of Lovejoy at Alton, in
1837, a martyr to the anti-slavery cause, gave an impetus to the agitation of
the question which never ceased until the final act was consummated which broke
in pieces the shackles that bound the slave.
Growing out of the agitation
of this question, and the formation of a party in sympathy with the slaves, was
the organization of the so-called Underground Railroad,
for the purpose of aiding fugitives to escape to a land of freedom. The secrecy
of its workings justified its name. Notwithstanding the system was an organized
one, those engaged in it had no signs or passwords by which they might he known,
save now and then a preconcerted rap at the door when a cargo of freight was to
be delivered. Each relied upon the honor of the other, and, as the work was an
extra-hazardous one, few cowards ever engaged in it. Pro-slavery men complained
bitterly of the violation of the law by their abolition neighbors, and
persecuted them as much as they dared; and this was not a little. But the
friends of the slaves were not to be deterred by
persecution. "The blood of martyrs is the seed of the church," and persecution
only made them more determined than ever to carry out their just convictions of
right and duty. No class of people ever made better neighbors than the
Abolitionists, or better conductors on a railroad. It is well, perhaps, in this
connection, to note how the passengers over this road were received in Canada,
the northern termination. From mere goods and chattels in our liberty-boasting
nation they were transformed into men and women; from being hunted with
fire-arms and blood-hound, like wild beasts, they were recognized and respected
as good and loyal subjects by the Queen as soon as their feet touched British
soil. At the same time there stood, with open arms, Rev. Hiram Wilson, the true,
noble-hearted missionary, ready to receive these refugees from "freedom's soil,"
and administer to their wants. In February, 1841, there came a day of jubilee to
the doubting ones, when Queen Victoria's proclamation was read to them: "That
every fugitive from United States slavery should be recognized and protected as
a British subject the moment his or her foot touched the soil of her domain."
Mr. Wilson arranged with the authorities to have all supplies for the fugitive
slaves admitted free of custom duty. Many were the large, well filled boxes of
what was most needed by the poor wanderer taken from the wharf at Toronto during
that winter by E. Child, mission teacher. He was then a student of Oneida
Institute, N. Y., but for many years has resided in Oneida, this county. He went
into Canada for the purpose of teaching the fugitives.
A very singular circumstance
in connection with this road was the fact that, although people well knew who
were engaged in it, and where the depot was located, freight could seldom be
found, search as carefully as they might. A consignment would be forwarded over
the line, notice of which would reach the ears of slave hunters, and when ready
to place their hands upon the fugitives, like the Irishman's flea, they wouldn't
be there. The business of this road for a number of years was quite extensive,
but today all its employes are discharged, and, strange
to relate, none are sorry, but all rejoice in the fact. As
illustrating the peculiarities of this line, we append several incidents that
occurred in this county:
"AUNT SUKEY."
One wintry day in the
year 1843, a negro woman with two small children and a son about seventeen years
old, together with a negro girl about the same age. were brought to Knoxville
and incarcerated in the county jail. "What for?" you
will quite naturally ask. What crime had they
committed that they should be imprisoned? They were making an attempt to gain
the liberty which their Creator had destined for them, but which was denied by
man's inhumanity. They had made their way from Southern Illinois, carefully
secreting themselves during the day, and the anxious mother with her loved ones
hurried along by night, directed to the land of freedom by the changeless north
star. It was not for her own freedom that Aunt Sukey was trying to obtain so
much as to purchase that prized boon for her children. Her master had repeatedly
threatened to sell them to Southern traders. This the mother well knew would be
done. She had often seen loved children mercilessly torn from their mother's
arms and sent South, never again to be heard from. How like the sad sequel of
this story! and worse; for here in Knox county this loving mother was robbed of
her babes and son by cruel hands. They were violently torn from her care and
borne to a Southern clime to receive the abuses and cruelties of the poor,
degraded plantation slaves, and man's uncompassionate, selfish nature and
inhuman hand would still more ruthlessly cause all the torture and degradation
of such a life of bondage.
Thirty-five years have
passed; a bloody and destructive war has been fought; the right prevailed after
much carnage and bloodshed; and the shackles of four million degraded slaves
were broken, and the much coveted liberty given the poor, benighted beings.
Whether the two babes were among the number (the son being killed the year after
his capture) the mother never knew. The continent was convulsed a few years ago
over the sad story of little Charley Ross; but there
is a mother living in Knox county whose babes were taken thirty-five years ago,
and yet she has never heard a single word from them; she knows not whether they
are living or dead, but for years she too well knew they were in inhuman hands,
suffering the cruelties of bondage and pain which slavery and the bartering for
human flesh could but produce. It was such incidents as these that aroused the
liberty-loving spirit of the North and goaded her soldiers to go and so nobly
fight for the slave's freedom.
Let us continue our
narrative. Susan Richardson, for such was "Aunt Sukey's " real name, was brought
into the Territory of Illinois a few years before it was admitted into the Union
as a State. Her master, Andrew Border, lived in Randolph county, where she was
kept a slave until, as she told us, "she left betwixt two suns." The immediate
cause for this unannounced departure was certainly one wholly justifiable. Her
children and those of her master had gotten into some altercation, when her
mistress had her children whipped.
The mother very naturally
resented this, and her passionate mistress then declared the lash should be laid
most heavily upon her back. When Mr. Border arrived home his wife
told him she wanted Sukey whipped. Seemingly he possessed finer feelings, more
sensitive than those of his delicate wife to the pains of others, for he said he
could not comply, Aunt Sukey had always been so good, and besides he was afraid
she would run away if he did. Refusal aroused the fiery temper of his wife, when
she avowed that she would neither eat nor sleep until he promised that Aunt
Sukey should be whipped. As a compromise he agreed to tie her and make all the
other necessary preparations, then to give the lash to her and let her apply it
to the bared back of the poor abused slave until her anger was fully appeased.
This was entirely satisfactory to the groveling mind of the unkind mistress, and
she promised herself to punish the impudent slave (as she considered her) as
severely as her strength would permit. Aunt Sukey knew
the design of her mistress, and accordingly was on the
"look-out," for she had overheard the promise made by her master. The thoughts
of being scourged, and by a woman too, was more than she could endure, and so
aroused her wounded and indignant spirit that she hastily and secretly, with her
children, left her master that night and went to Cairo, where she got on the
line of the Underground Railroad and reached Canton,
Fulton county, in safety. Here Conductor Wilson took her in charge to convey her
to the next station, which was at the Rev. John Cross' in the eastern part of
Knox county. He did not arrive until after daylight; and scarcely had Aunt Sukey
and her charge alighted from the wagon when she was arrested and conveyed to
Knoxville, where for some days the five were confined in the county
jail. Notices of their capture were immediately sent South. Of course the cruel
master was on the lookout, and the notice soon fell under his eyes. In the
meantime, however, through the agency of humane citizens of Knoxville, they were
released on bail. The woman was soon engaged in going from home to home and
doing the washings of the different families. For her son she had secured a
situation on a farm near town, and her younger children she left at the hotel
during the day. One day while washing at the residence
of Rev. Cole, the Presbyterian minister of the town,
the startling intelligence of her old master being in town was communicated to
her. Her first thought was for the safety of her children, and remembering the
little ones at the hotel, the same tender, loving, motherly feeling prompted her
to make the attempt to secrete them. But unfortunately for the thoughtful
mother, her master had met them in the hallway at the hotel, when he at once
seized them, carrying them to Mr. Newman's house and hiding them in the loft, and then going in search
of the son; for said he, "If I can get the children I am not afraid but what the
old one will follow." Aunt Sukey then thought to save her son, but ere she could
even give him a warning note his merciless master had also captured him.
The grief of the poor,
distracted mother, too terrible and intense in its nature to be pictured, can be
perhaps much better imagined than described; so we will pass over it. Frantic
and almost heart-broken, the poor woman thought she
must return to the dreaded scourged life of bondage with her children. She was
advised by her sympathizing friends not to go, for it would only be to suffer
increased pain and mental anxiety, as the children would undoubtedly be sold and
sent south. Charles Gilbert from near Galesburg drove up to Rev. Cole's
residence in a sleigh about this time. His finer feelings were wrought upon and
touched by the sad recital of the story of the hunted fugitives. He resolved to
save the mother: so, donning her in clothing of Mrs. Cole's, with closely veiled
face, he helped her into his sleigh, and sitting down beside her, took up the
reins and sped over the snowy earth for Galesburg,
where it was well known then, as always after, that a negro was safe when once
within its limits. The two small children and the son were taken back to the
dreaded and bitter life of toil, pain and bondage,
never to again look upon the mother that had battled so nobly for their liberty.
Can any one, who has never been placed in any such, or similar, position, fully
realize the pain and anguish of such a parting? Can the dreariness, the gloom
and terrors of the embittered and bondaged life of slavery, be too plainly
pictured or overdrawn?
Hannah, the name of the young
girl who accompanied Aunt Sukey, did not belong to the same master, and being
nearly of age, she was not molested but suffered to go free. She went to
Galesburg, and lived for some years, but at present resides in New York city.
Mrs. Richardson lives on the corner of West and Ferris streets, Galesburg. She
is a very intelligent, fine-looking and active old negro lady.
Soon after Aunt Sukey had
settled in Galesburg a lawsuit, which became famous, was instituted by her
former master, Mr. Border, for her recovery; but by some means he was beaten,
although he had that eminent lawyer, Hon. Julius Manning, for his attorney.
BILL CASEY.
Bill Casey was another
passenger over the Underground Railroad, but so closely pursued that he left the
main line and worked his way as far as Galesburg himself. That city was well
known among the
negroes, and a runaway slave was considered as free from capture when within its
limits as if in Canada. Being settled by Eastern people, who not only had no
sympathy with slavery, but held for it a righteous indignation, and whose
citizens would any time violate an inhumane and unjust law to help a fugitive
slave, Galesburg was known throughout the country as
the strongest kind of an abolitionist place. Here the weary, hunted slaves could
find a refuge, some comfort, and a host of sympathizing friends.
Bill Casey reached Galesburg
Saturday night, and going to the residence of the colored lady, Susan
Richardson, whose coming to
the county is related above, he was admitted and kindly cared for. He was a
miserable and affecting human being to look upon, having neither shoes
nor hat and almost naked, with feet bleeding and swollen, and body bruised,
besides being almost in a starving state, having had nothing with which to
appease his hunger for several days. "With five companions he had started from
Missouri. They were pursued, and two or three of the number had been shot, and
the others captured, and only by the rapidity of his flight through the woods
with heavy undergrowth had he escaped. Sunday morning came, and "Aunt Sukey "
locked her house and with her family as usual went to church, leaving Casey at
her home. She knew, as she told us, "who to tell." Accordingly she soon made
known to members of the Underground Railroad that a fugitive was at her house.
They immediately visited him, and found him in a needy condition, and that he
must have a pair of shoes before he could go farther, as well as some clothing.
So Messrs. Neeley, West and Blanchard began to prepare him for the journey. Of
course he could not be taken to the store and have his shoes fitted there, but
they had to bring them to him. His feet were so badly bwollen that it was
necessary for them to make three or four trips before they could find shoes that
would fit or he could wear. After everything was fully arranged, Casey was put
in charge of a conductor on the Underground Railroad and conveyed to the next
station. In a year or two he returned to Galesburg and engaged in cutting timber
northwest of town.
One day two men,
evidently ''Southern gentlemen," rode up to the Galesburg hotel. There
they met a young negro boy, Charley Love, of whom they inquired of Bill Casey.
Although small, Charlie was well posted, and of course
"never heard of such a fellow." However, as soon as possible he ran and gave the
alarm, and immediately a fleet-footed horse with noble rider was off for the
woods where Casey was at work. The two strangers referred to were on the hunt
for Casey, and after some inquiries learned his
whereabouts and started for him, but Charlie Love had
saved him, for he was warned in time an escaped capture.
GALESBURG STATION.
Galesburg, from the very
starting of the colony to the time of the war, was noted as the principal depot
of the Underground Railroad in Western Illinois, if not in the whole State. The
refugees were from Missouri, and most of them would first stop at a Quaker
settlement in southeastern Iowa, where friends would keep them and bring them on
at night to Galesburg. Here George Davis, Samuel Hitchcock, Nehemiah West and
others would promote their welfare as far towards Canada as Stark county or
Ontario in this county. A Mr. Hizer, one of the Iowa Quakers, called on Mr.
Davis in this city only two years ago, surprising him with an unexpected but
very pleasurable visit, and the gentlemen refreshed their memories concerning a
certain colored man whom they had helped through over thirty years previously.
Mr. Davis was accompanied by Rev. R. C. Dunn in taking the refugee to Mr. Wyckoff's
in the southern part of Stark county. In 1858 a colored man was taken through
here to Canada, who shortly afterward found his way back to Missouri and started
with nine other slaves for the land of freedom, but reached Galesburg with only
five or six. With these it is presumed he got safely through to Canada.
There was a negro man, who
stopped at Nehemiah West's on his way to freedom. He
formerly lived in luxury, being the favored coachman of an eminent gentleman,
but who, through misfortune, failed and consequently all his property was sold.
His coachman was sold to a cruel master, who stripped him of all the good
clothing his former master had given him and donned him in the coarsest of
garments and beat him unmercifully in order, as he said, "to learn him where he
belonged, and to show him that he couldn't act the gentleman around him." This
negro was greatly afflicted with the consumption and was quite feeble.
Another one, a cook, stopped
at the same place. He was a fine intelligent fellow, but not unlike all others,
he was continually on the watch, thinking every footstep he heard was made by
his master. Mrs. West says they would run and hide the moment they heard the
slightest evidence of some one approaching. This cook was anxious to help
prepare the meals. He was sent to the well, just a few feet from the house, to
peel some potatoes, but becoming nervous he would start, even at the fall of a
leaf. Finally being unable to endure the torture of fear any longer, he begged
to come into the house and work, which request was granted him. He would go to
the window and look out every few minutes, expecting to see
his master coming after him.
Four negroes were hidden, and
kept one day in the cupola of the First Church, of Galesburg, and when night
came they were hurried on their journey.
After the railroad was built,
through from Chicago to Quincy, in 1854-5, these refugees would get aboard
freight trains at Quincy and go right through without much local help along the
route. The Galesburg Underground depot was then about superseded.
There is no telling how many
fugitive slaves were helped through this region of the country, no one thinking
at the time what important history he was making for future generations to write
up. The number, however, was quite large, for often business was quite brisk
over the road.
ONTARIO STATION.
The depot of the Underground
Railroad in Ontario township was at the residence of C. F. Camp, Hod Powell,
conductor. Passengers for one train consisted of four well dressed negroes, who
were evidently rather intelligent. They arrived on the evening train from
Galesburg in care of Conductor Neeley. After a partial night's lodging, and a
sumptuous meal, Conductor Powell, with his load, looking as if he were going to
mill, started for Andover Station, the next on the route. One of the above four
returned South three different times for his family. He was so closely watched
that he failed each time to rescue his loved ones. On the third trip he found
they had been sold and sent farther south.
In the files of the Probate
Court records of 1837 and 1838 are "free papers" of the freedom of slaves. One
is found stating that "Harvey Van Allen, a boy, who
was born free, and when he arrives at the age of 21
will be as free as any white person." Another, filed May 15, 1837,
of "Joe, commonly called Joe Allen, property of John
Allen of Pulaski county, Kentucky, being, for certain
causes and considerations desirous to emancipate and set free a certain negro
woman, called Sukey, the wife of free Joe, aged about 29. Said John Allen
do emancipate, liberate and set free forever the said negro woman and to all
intent and purposes to enjoy the privilege of freedom
as though she had been free born."
HITCHCOCK STATION.
Samuel Hitchcock's farm,
three miles northwest of Galesburg, was a prominent
station on the Underground Railroad for ten
years. Many
a time he secreted six or more of the fugitive slaves in his hay
mow, or in the back rooms of the house. He usually carried them to
the next station in Ontario township, fifteen
miles distant, starting at 9 or 10 o'clock in the
evening. On one occasion, which happened to be
Commencement day of Knox College, and a very warm June morning, a gentleman from
Warren county, Mr. Dilley by name, drove
up, in company with one Mr. Parker, with what resembled a load of
oat straw. Mr. Parker hailed Mr. Hitchcock. "All right!" Mr.
Hitchcock exclaimed. "All right," was again the response,
when the load of straw began to present signs
of life and one by one crawled out the brunettes,
until three women, one man and three children,
seven in all, were safely landed at Mr. Hitchcock's. They were kept
and secreted until opportunity offered to forward them to the next
station.
ARREST OF THE REV. JOHN
CROSS.
About the
year 1843 some fugitive slaves passing North through the eastern part of
Knox county were helped on their journey by members of the Underground Railroad.
Rev. John Cross, a Presbyterian minister, then living in Elba township, was
suspected of helping them. He was accordingly arrested
and indicted therefor. In the meantime, before the
trial came off, he removed to Bureau county. When the time for trial finally
came the sheriff of this county sent a requisition to the sheriff of Bureau
county to deliver the said Cross into court. The deputy sheriff, John Long,
could find no one to bring him. Mr. Cross, appreciating his dilemma, proposed to
aid him, and offered to take his own team and deliver himself and the deputy in
good order to the authorities of this county. They started on Saturday, and came
as far as Mr. Whitaker's, in the township of Osceola, and stayed over Sunday, as
they were no doubt conscientiously opposed to desecrating that holy day. On the
Sabbath Rev. Cross preached to the good people of
Osceola. Their sympathies were aroused and excited in behalf of the reverend
prisoner, and some insinuations were uttered relative to a rescue. When Monday
morning came, and they were about to start, the deputy expressed some suspicions
that there was danger. Mr. Cross felt they were quite safe and so assured the
deputy, who said—"Well, I am prepared for any emergency." The young men of the
neighborhood who were somewhat waggish in their natures, thought to test the
courage of the blustering, boasting Kentuckian official. They mounted their
horses and circulated about through the woods, which Mr. Cross and the deputy
passed through shortly after leaving Mr. Whitaker's. The deputy, observing their
mysterious movements through the trees, became further alarmed, and tremulously
suggested to the prisoner that he feared trouble ahead. Mr.
Cross reassured him that his courage did not waver, as he had a good team, and
could give anyone with mischievous intent a lively chase, but added
suggestively—"If you feel there is danger of not getting through with a whole
skin, perhaps you had better lie down in the bottom of the wagon-box, and I will
throw this buffalo robe over you, so that you will be entirely unobserved, and I
will in the meantime keep a sharp look-out for foes." The courageous (?)
official at once profited by the prisoner's hint and deposited his heroic form
in the bottom of the wagon, assuming the shape of a flounder as nearly as
possible, when the robe was thrown over him, completely obscuring him from view.
The road over which they had to travel for the next two miles was of that
antique construction known as "corduroy." Mr. Cross at once began to apply the
whip, and anon loudly saluted imaginary equestrians with a "Good morning!" "How
do you do?" "Fine morning!" etc., etc., not failing in the intervals to tell the
poor, quivering official, who was writhing under the double torture of fear and
a free dose of "corduroy," to lie flat and keep quiet, at the same time urging
forward the horses to a still more lively speed. When Rev. Cross, who was
evidently a practical joker, had punished the deputy to his satisfaction, he
halted and informed his tortured passenger that he thought the danger now
passed, and they could proceed more leisurely without fear of interruption. They
drove on to Galesburg, and Mr. Cross at once notified the court that he had
brought the prisoner, and delivered himself up.
The prisoner expected to have George W. Collins as
attorney, but he did not come. Persons were ready to bail him. Mr. Cross
undertook his own defense, saying his attorney had failed to appear; and
although 'tis said that he who undertakes to defend his own cause has a fool for
a client, he was forced to that resort, and signified his readiness to proceed
to trial. This was an unexpected attack upon the State's attorney, and he was
compelled to enter the plea that he was not ready for trial, for want of
witnesses. The defense entered a nolle prosequi, which ended the case,
somewhat ingloriously to the participants on the part of the prosecution.
REV. JOHN CROSS AGAIN.
The following was written by Jacob Kightlinger, an old
settler of Knox county, who now resides at Yates City. It has reference to the
reverend gentleman of the previous story, and is the "other side" of Underground
Railroad life. It shows Mr. Cross to have been a persistent worker and an active
member of this humane railroad, the best ever conducted on the continent.
About the year 1839 or 1840,
Rev. Mr. John Cross came into the township of Elba, Knox county. He was a
Presbyterian preacher, and an abolitionist at that. He told me to come and hear
him preach, and the next Sunday I took my wife and family, and went, and he
preached a very good sermon. I had no objections to his preaching. After the
services we started for home. We got into the wagon, and seeing that Mr. Cross
was afoot, I said, "Mr. Cross, you can ride in my wagon if you choose." So he
got in, and we started. Very soon he commenced running
down the laws of Illinois, saying they were black, and he would not obey them.
He said he would harbor, feed, and convey off negroes in defiance of the black
laws of Illinois. I then said, "Mr. Cross, do not let me see you violate the
law." "Why, sir, what would you do?" "I would take you up for violating
the law." "That, sir, is just what I want to find. Some one that has the
fortitude to take me up."
So that week a load of
negroes passed my house, and was conveyed to Mr. Cross' house by a man named
Wilson. I, with five or six neighbors, went after Wilson, and we met him coming
back empty. I asked him where his negroes were. He would not tell; so we went to
Mr. Cross' house, and found the negroes in a lot of corn. We took the negroes to
Mr. Palmer, the constable, and told him to give them a good dinner, and I said I
would pay for it. Mrs. Cross had dinner cooking for them. It was corn in the ear
and potatoes with the skins on, all boiling together in one pot. I said they
should have a better dinner than that, for I fed my hogs in that way, on that
kind of feed.
Mr. Cross had gone down South
after some negroes that day, and he was afraid that I would take the negroes
from him; so he sent a spy to my house—a Mr. Thomas, of Farmington. He came to
my house about midnight, and wanted to know the way to Spoon river bridge, about
five miles off. Said I, "You appear to be in a hurry." "Yes," said he. "Well,
sir, what is your business?" He said he did not tell his business to every
person. " Well, sir, you will tell it to me, or you shall not leave here
tonight," and I picked up my rifle. I saw he got some scared, and then he was
ready to tell me his business. He said he was in
search of some negroes. I said, "Have you lost some negroes?" "Yes." "Can you
describe them ?" "Yes." "Well, go at it." He commenced, and described them
perfectly. Said I, "Do you own those negroes?" He said he had an interest in
them, so I took him to be the owner of said negroes. I said, "I will put your
horse up, and in the morning I will tell you where your negroes are." I set my
rifle up and walked out, and I heard a wagon down at the bridge. Said I, "Do you
know what wagon that is?" He said it was the Rev. Mr. Cross. "Ho, ho! you are a spy and an infernal
scoundrel!" cried I. He jumped on his horse, and went to Mr. Cross, and told him
that I would take his new load of negroes from him. So Mr. Cross put the negroes
in Wilson's wagon, and he drove up empty. Another man and I
were mounted on horses at my gate, when Mr. Cross drove up. I called three
times, "Is that you, Mr. Cross?" But instead of answering, he put whip to his
horses, and they ran, and I after them about a mile and a half. I called to a
man that lived there, named McLaughlin, to stop Cross.
I said, "Shoot the horses if he won't stop, for he has stolen something," but he
did not shoot. There was another man further on, however, who with a pole struck
down both horses.
The next day Mr. Cross went
to Galesburg and swore out a warrant against me, and I went to Galesburg before
an abolition squire, and he fined me $100. I then took an appeal to the Circuit
Court. When all the evidence was given in, the judge (Douglas) threw it out of
court—no cause for action. I then went into the grand jury room, sent for
witnesses, and Cross was indicted, and three bills found against him for
stealing negroes. He was put in jail. Afterwards the abolitionists of Galesburg
bailed him out. This is all true.
JACOB KIGHTLINGER.
Yates City.
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