JOS. GRIFFISS,

St. Leonards, Calvert county, Md.

Refer to N.E. BERRY, No. 63 Pratt street, Baltimore.

So far as Messrs. Bond, Ireland, and Griffiss may be concerned (if they

are still living), they may not care to have the reward kept in view, or

to hear anything about the "ungrateful" fellows. It may be different,

however, with other parties concerned. This company, some of whom bore

names agreeing with those in the above advertisement, are found

described in the record book as follows:

Sept. 10th, 1858. John Janney is a fine specimen of the peculiar

institution; color brown, well-formed, self-possessed and

intelligent. He says that he fled from master Joseph Griffiss of

Culbert county, Maryland; that he has been used to "tight work,"

"allowed no chances," and but "half fed." His reason for leaving

was partly "hard treatment," and partly because he could "get

along better in freedom than in slavery." He found fault with

his master for not permitting him to "learn to read," etc. He

referred to his master as a man of "fifty years of age, with a

wife and three children." John said that "she was a large,

portly woman, with an evil disposition, always wanted to be

quarreling and fighting, and was stingy." He said, however, that

his "master's children, Ann Rebecca, Dorcas, and Joe were not

allowed to meddle with the slaves on the farm." Thirty head of

slaves belonged on the place.

Peter Gross says that he too was owned by Joseph Griffiss. Peter

is, he thinks, thirty-nine years of age,--tall, of a dark

chestnut color, and in intellect mediocre. He left his wife and

five children behind. He could not bring them with him,

therefore he did not tell them that he was about to leave. He

was much dissatisfied with Slavery and felt that he had been

badly dealt with, and that he could do better for himself in

Canada.

Talbot Johnson, is thirty-five years of age, quite dark, and

substantially built. He says that he has been treated very

badly, and that Duke Bond was the name of the "tyrant" who held

him. He pictured his master as "a lean-faced man--not stout--of

thirty-eight or thirty-nine years of age, a member of the

Episcopal Church." "He had a wife and two children; his last

wife was right pleasant--he was a farmer, and was rich, had sold

slaves, and was severe when he flogged." Talbot had been

promised a terrible beating on the return of his master from the

Springs, whither he had gone to recruit his health, "as he was

poorly." This was the sole cause of Talbot's flight.

Sam Gross is about forty, a man of apparent vigor physically,

and wide awake mentally. He confesses that he fled from George

Island, near Port Republic, Md. He thought that times with him

had been bad enough all his life, and he would try to get away

where he could do better. In referring to his master and

mistress, he says that "they are both Episcopalians, hard to

please, and had as bad dispositions as could be,--would try to

knock the slaves in the head sometimes." This spirit Sam

condemned in strong terms, and averred that it was on account of

such treatment that he was moved to seek out the Underground

Rail Road. Sam left his wife, Mary Ann, and four children, all

under bonds. His children, he said, were treated horribly. They

were owned by Joseph Griffiss spoken of above.

James Henry Jackson is seventeen years of age; he testifies that

he fled from Frederica, Delaware, where he had been owned by

Joseph Brown. Jim does not make any serious complaint against

his master, except that he had him in the market for sale. To

avert this fate, Jim was moved to flee. His mother, Ann Jackson,

lived nine miles from Milford, and was owned by Jim Loflin, and

lived on his place. Of the going of her son she had no

knowledge.

These narratives have been copied from the book as they were hastily

recorded at the time. During their sojourn at the station, the subjoined

letter came to hand from Thomas Garrett, which may have caused anxiety

and haste:

WILMINGTON, 9th mo. 6th, 1858.

ESTEEMED FRIENDS, J.M. McKIM AND WM. STILL:--I have a mixture of

good and bad news for you. Good in having passed five of God's

poor safely to Jersey, and Chester county, last week; and this

day sent on four more, that have caused me much anxiety. They

were within twenty miles of here on sixth day last, and by

agreement I had a man out all seventh day night watching for

them, to pilot them safely, as 1,000 dollars reward was offered

for four of the five; and I went several miles yesterday in the

country to try to learn what had become of them, but could not

hear of them. A man of tried integrity just called to say that

they arrived at his house last night, about midnight, and I

employed him to pilot them to a place of safety in Pennsylvania,

to-night, after which I trust they will be out of reach of their

pursuers. Now for the bad news. That old scoundrel, who applied

to me some three weeks since, pretending that he wished me to

assist him in getting his seven slaves into a free state, to

avoid the sheriff, and which I agreed to do, if he would bring

them here; but positively refused to send for them. Ten days

since I received another letter from him, saying that the

sheriff had been there, and taken away two of the children,

which he wished me to raise money to purchase and set free, and

then closed by saying that his other slaves, a man, his wife,

and three children had left the same evening and he had no doubt

I would find them at a colored man's house, he named, here, and

wished me to ascertain at once and let him know. I at once was

convinced he wished to know so as to have them arrested and

taken back. I found the man had arrived; but the woman and

children had given out, and he left them with a colored family

in Cecil. I wrote him word the family had not got here, but said

nothing of the man being here. On seventh day evening I saw a

colored woman from the neighborhood; she told me that the owner

and sheriff were out hunting five days for them before they

found them, and says there is not a greater hypocrite in that

part of the world. I wrote him a letter yesterday letting him

know just what I thought of him.

Your Friend,

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