in my behalf, as they intended, doubtless, conveying me to Kentucky, where I should, probably, in the excitement of the moment, have been severely handled. At the court of justice; I was questioned, with great minuteness, as to my complicity in this affair, which was now creating a wonderful stir in the sister cities. I did not deny giving the boy all the information I possessed upon the subject, and for this, I was sentenced to be tried before the bar of my country. Before the bar of God, I know well how such a trial would terminate, but in presence of human justice, I could not so easily decide the matter. At the expiration of three days, during which time I was under bail, given by Mr. W., I was delivered over to Kentuckians, notwithstanding the opinions to the contrary of Judges Spencer, Starr, Storer, and other distinguished lawyers. Thousands of persons followed me to the ferry-boat, which was to convey me across the Ohio River—some in sorrow and some in joy; all believing that I had made my final exit from Cincinnati—which, however, as the reader will see, was a mistake.
It is many years since those dark events transpired, and yet, under my own vine and fig tree, in the very heart of that same populous city, am I now, endeavoring to recall to myself, and those who may honor me with a perusal, some few of the strange incidents of my life.
I was placed in the jail of Newport, where I remained three days, without experiencing any very great discomfort, owing to the kind and sympathizing attentions of the jailor, whom I have always thanked, from my inmost heart, for a jail is not a place to be coveted under the best of circumstances. I was then
