CHAPTER II.

THE TWO STRANGERS--THE CIRCUS COMPANY--DEPARTURE FROM

SARATOGA--VENTRILOQUISM AND LEGERDEMAIN--JOURNEY TO NEW-YORK--FREE

PAPERS--BROWN AND HAMILTON--THE HASTE TO REACH THE CIRCUS--ARRIVAL IN

WASHINGTON--FUNERAL OF HARRISON--THE SUDDEN SICKNESS--THE TORMENT OF

THIRST--THE RECEDING LIGHT--INSENSIBILITY--CHAINS AND DARKNESS.

One morning, towards the latter part of the month of March, 1841,

having at that time no particular business to engage my attention, I

was walking about the village of Saratoga Springs, thinking to myself

where I might obtain some present employment, until the busy season

should arrive. Anne, as was her usual custom, had gone over to Sandy

Hill, a distance of some twenty miles, to take charge of the culinary

department at Sherrill's Coffee House, during the session of the

court. Elizabeth, I think, had accompanied her. Margaret and Alonzo

were with their aunt at Saratoga.

On the corner of Congress street and Broadway, near the tavern,

then, and for aught I know to the contrary, still kept by Mr. Moon,

I was met by two gentlemen of respectable appearance, both of whom

were entirely unknown to me. I have the impression that they were

introduced to me by some one of my acquaintances, but who, I have in

vain endeavored to recall, with the remark that I was an expert player

on the violin.

At any rate, they immediately entered into conversation on that

subject, making numerous inquiries touching my proficiency in that

respect. My responses being to all appearances satisfactory, they

proposed to engage my services for a short period, stating, at the

same time, I was just such a person as their business required. Their

names, as they afterwards gave them to me, were Merrill Brown and

Abram Hamilton, though whether these were their true appellations,

I have strong reasons to doubt. The former was a man apparently

forty years of age, somewhat short and thick-set, with a countenance

indicating shrewdness and intelligence. He wore a black frock coat and

black hat, and said he resided either at Rochester or at Syracuse.

The latter was a young man of fair complexion and light eyes, and, I

should judge, had not passed the age of twenty-five. He was tall and

slender, dressed in a snuff-colored coat, with glossy hat, and vest of

elegant pattern. His whole apparel was in the extreme of fashion. His

appearance was somewhat effeminate, but prepossessing, and there was

about him an easy air, that showed he had mingled with the world. They

were connected, as they informed me, with a circus company, then in

the city of Washington; that they were on their way thither to rejoin

it, having left it for a short time to make an excursion northward,

for the purpose of seeing the country, and were paying their expenses

by an occasional exhibition. They also remarked that they had found

much difficulty in procuring music for their entertainments, and that

if I would accompany them as far as New-York, they would give me one

dollar for each day's services, and three dollars in addition for

every night I played at their performances, besides sufficient to pay

the expenses of my return from New-York to Saratoga.

I at once accepted the tempting offer, both for the reward it

promised, and from a desire to visit the metropolis. They were anxious

to leave immediately. Thinking my absence would be brief, I did

not deem it necessary to write to Anne whither I had gone; in fact

supposing that my return, perhaps, would be as soon as hers. So taking

a change of linen and my violin, I was ready to depart. The carriage

was brought round--a covered one, drawn by a pair of noble bays,

altogether forming an elegant establishment. Their baggage, consisting

of three large trunks, was fastened on the rack, and mounting to the

driver's seat, while they took their places in the rear, I drove away

from Saratoga on the road to Albany, elated with my new position, and

happy as I had ever been, on any day in all my life.

We passed through Ballston, and striking the ridge road, as it is

called, if my memory correctly serves me, followed it direct to

Albany. We reached that city before dark, and stopped at a hotel

southward from the Museum.

This night I had an opportunity of witnessing one of their

performances--the only one, during the whole period I was with them.

Hamilton was stationed at the door; I formed the orchestra, while

Brown provided the entertainment. It consisted in throwing balls,

dancing on the rope, frying pancakes in a hat, causing invisible pigs

to squeal, and other like feats of ventriloquism and legerdemain.

The audience was extraordinarily sparse, and not of the selectest

character at that, and Hamilton's report of the proceeds presented but

a "beggarly account of empty boxes."

Early next morning we renewed our journey. The burden of their

conversation now was the expression of an anxiety to reach the

circus without delay. They hurried forward, without again stopping

to exhibit, and in due course of time, we reached New-York, taking

lodgings at a house on the west side of the city, in a street running

from Broadway to the river. I supposed my journey was at an end, and

expected in a day or two at least, to return to my friends and family

at Saratoga. Brown and Hamilton, however, began to importune me to

continue with them to Washington. They alleged that immediately on

their arrival, now that the summer season was approaching, the circus

would set out for the north. They promised me a situation and high

wages if I would accompany them. Largely did they expatiate on the

advantages that would result to me, and such were the flattering

representations they made, that I finally concluded to accept the

offer.

The next morning they suggested that, inasmuch as we were about

entering a slave State, it would be well, before leaving New-York, to

procure free papers. The idea struck me as a prudent one, though I

think it would scarcely have occurred to me, had they not proposed it.

We proceeded at once to what I understood to be the Custom House. They

made oath to certain facts showing I was a free man. A paper was drawn

up and handed us, with the direction to take it to the clerk's office.

We did so, and the clerk having added something to it, for which he

was paid six shillings, we returned again to the Custom House. Some

further formalities were gone through with before it was completed,

when, paying the officer two dollars, I placed the papers in my

pocket, and started with my two friends to our hotel. I thought at the

time, I must confess, that the papers were scarcely worth the cost of

obtaining them--the apprehension of danger to my personal safety never

having suggested itself to me in the remotest manner. The clerk, to

whom we were directed, I remember, made a memorandum in a large book,

which, I presume, is in the office yet. A reference to the entries

during the latter part of March, or first of April, 1841, I have no

doubt will satisfy the incredulous, at least so far as this particular

transaction is concerned.

With the evidence of freedom in my possession, the next day after

our arrival in New-York, we crossed the ferry to Jersey City, and

took the road to Philadelphia. Here we remained one night, continuing

our journey towards Baltimore early in the morning. In due time, we

arrived in the latter city, and stopped at a hotel near the railroad

depot, either kept by a Mr. Rathbone, or known as the Rathbone House.

All the way from New-York, their anxiety to reach the circus seemed

to grow more and more intense. We left the carriage at Baltimore, and

entering the cars, proceeded to Washington, at which place we arrived

just at nightfall, the evening previous to the funeral of General

Harrison, and stopped at Gadsby's Hotel, on Pennsylvania Avenue.

After supper they called me to their apartments, and paid me

forty-three dollars, a sum greater than my wages amounted to, which

act of generosity was in consequence, they said, of their not having

exhibited as often as they had given me to anticipate, during our

trip from Saratoga. They moreover informed me that it had been

the intention of the circus company to leave Washington the next

morning, but that on account of the funeral, they had concluded to

remain another day. They were then, as they had been from the time

of our first meeting, extremely kind. No opportunity was omitted of

addressing me in the language of approbation; while, on the other

hand, I was certainly much prepossessed in their favor. I gave them

my confidence without reserve, and would freely have trusted them to

almost any extent. Their constant conversation and manner towards

me--their foresight in suggesting the idea of free papers, and a

hundred other little acts, unnecessary to be repeated--all indicated

that they were friends indeed, sincerely solicitous for my welfare.

I know not but they were. I know not but they were innocent of the

great wickedness of which I now believe them guilty. Whether they were

accessory to my misfortunes--subtle and inhuman monsters in the shape

of men--designedly luring me away from home and family, and liberty,

for the sake of gold--those who read these pages will have the same

means of determining as myself. If they were innocent, my sudden

disappearance must have been unaccountable indeed; but revolving in

my mind all the attending circumstances, I never yet could indulge,

towards them, so charitable a supposition.

After receiving the money from them, of which they appeared to have

an abundance, they advised me not to go into the streets that night,

inasmuch as I was unacquainted with the customs of the city. Promising

to remember their advice, I left them together, and soon after was

shown by a colored servant to a sleeping room in the back part of the

hotel, on the ground floor. I laid down to rest, thinking of home and

wife, and children, and the long distance that stretched between us,

until I fell asleep. But no good angel of pity came to my bedside,

bidding me to fly--no voice of mercy forewarned me in my dreams of the

trials that were just at hand.

The next day there was a great pageant in Washington. The roar of

cannon and the tolling of bells filled the air, while many houses

were shrouded with crape, and the streets were black with people. As

the day advanced, the procession made its appearance, coming slowly

through the Avenue, carriage after carriage, in long succession, while

thousands upon thousands followed on foot--all moving to the sound of

melancholy music. They were bearing the dead body of Harrison to the

grave.

From early in the morning, I was constantly in the company of Hamilton

and Brown. They were the only persons I knew in Washington. We stood

together as the funeral pomp passed by. I remember distinctly how the

window glass would break and rattle to the ground, after each report

of the cannon they were firing in the burial ground. We went to the

Capitol, and walked a long time about the grounds. In the afternoon,

they strolled towards the President's House, all the time keeping me

near to them, and pointing out various places of interest. As yet,

I had seen nothing of the circus. In fact, I had thought of it but

little, if at all, amidst the excitement of the day.

My friends, several times during the afternoon, entered drinking

saloons, and called for liquor. They were by no means in the habit,

however, so far as I knew them, of indulging to excess. On these

occasions, after serving themselves, they would pour out a glass and

hand it to me. I did not become intoxicated, as may be inferred from

what subsequently occurred. Towards evening, and soon after partaking

of one of these potations, I began to experience most unpleasant

sensations. I felt extremely ill. My head commenced aching--a dull,

heavy pain, inexpressibly disagreeable. At the supper table, I was

without appetite; the sight and flavor of food was nauseous. About

dark the same servant conducted me to the room I had occupied the

previous night. Brown and Hamilton advised me to retire, commiserating

me kindly, and expressing hopes that I would be better in the morning.

Divesting myself of coat and boots merely, I threw myself upon the

bed. It was impossible to sleep. The pain in my head continued to

increase, until it became almost unbearable. In a short time I became

thirsty. My lips were parched. I could think of nothing but water--of

lakes and flowing rivers, of brooks where I had stooped to drink, and

of the dripping bucket, rising with its cool and overflowing nectar,

from the bottom of the well. Towards midnight, as near as I could

judge, I arose, unable longer to bear such intensity of thirst. I was

a stranger in the house, and knew nothing of its apartments. There was

no one up, as I could observe. Groping about at random, I knew not

where, I found the way at last to a kitchen in the basement. Two or

three colored servants were moving through it, one of whom, a woman,

gave me two glasses of water. It afforded momentary relief, but by the

time I had reached my room again, the same burning desire of drink,

the same tormenting thirst, had again returned. It was even more

torturing than before, as was also the wild pain in my head, if such a

thing could be. I was in sore distress--in most excruciating agony! I

seemed to stand on the brink of madness! The memory of that night of

horrible suffering will follow me to the grave.

In the course of an hour or more after my return from the kitchen,

I was conscious of some one entering my room. There seemed to be

several--a mingling of various voices,--but how many, or who they

were, I cannot tell. Whether Brown and Hamilton were among them, is

a mere matter of conjecture. I only remember, with any degree of

distinctness, that I was told it was necessary to go to a physician

and procure medicine, and that pulling on my boots, without coat

or hat, I followed them through a long passage-way, or alley, into

the open street. It ran out at right angles from Pennsylvania

Avenue. On the opposite side there was a light burning in a window.

My impression is there were then three persons with me, but it is

altogether indefinite and vague, and like the memory of a painful

dream. Going towards the light, which I imagined proceeded from a

physician's office, and which seemed to recede as I advanced, is the

last glimmering recollection I can now recall. From that moment I was

insensible. How long I remained in that condition--whether only that

night, or many days and nights--I do not know; but when consciousness

returned, I found myself alone, in utter darkness, and in chains.

The pain in my head had subsided in a measure, but I was very faint

and weak. I was sitting upon a low bench, made of rough boards, and

without coat or hat. I was hand-cuffed. Around my ankles also were

a pair of heavy fetters. One end of a chain was fastened to a large

ring in the floor, the other to the fetters on my ankles. I tried in

vain to stand upon my feet. Waking from such a painful trance, it

was some time before I could collect my thoughts. Where was I? What

was the meaning of these chains? Where were Brown and Hamilton? What

had I done to deserve imprisonment in such a dungeon? I could not

comprehend. There was a blank of some indefinite period, preceding

my awakening in that lonely place, the events of which the utmost

stretch of memory was unable to recall. I listened intently for some

sign or sound of life, but nothing broke the oppressive silence, save

the clinking of my chains, whenever I chanced to move. I spoke aloud,

but the sound of my voice startled me. I felt of my pockets, so far

as the fetters would allow--far enough, indeed, to ascertain that I

had not only been robbed of liberty, but that my money and free papers

were also gone! Then did the idea begin to break upon my mind, at

first dim and confused, that I had been kidnapped. But that I thought

was incredible. There must have been some misapprehension--some

unfortunate mistake. It could not be that a free citizen of New-York,

who had wronged no man, nor violated any law, should be dealt with

thus inhumanly. The more I contemplated my situation, however, the

more I became confirmed in my suspicions. It was a desolate thought,

indeed. I felt there was no trust or mercy in unfeeling man; and

commending myself to the God of the oppressed, bowed my head upon my

fettered hands, and wept most bitterly.

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