Back in No Time. Brion Gysin

of the woods that bordered what was little more than a trail. It is a strange picture that one gets here of the fearsome Indians of legend, who were themselves to be a source of terror and fireside tales for at least another half-century. They apparently thought that the Hensons were suffering from some terrible disease which had blackened their faces, for this particular band had never encountered Negroes before. During the years that were to follow, the Indians gave aid to many a fugitive slave in his bitter journey through the wilderness that bordered Canada, where even today none but an experienced woodsman can find his way. In the narratives of escape one continually comes upon the statement made by a runaway to the effect that he owed his safe passage over that part of his journey—in which he had more to fear from nature than from man—to the nomad Indians whom he encountered by chance.

      Josiah and his family soon came on the Indian camp. There they were met by an older man who appeared to be the chief, and as soon as he had assured himself that they were human beings, he spoke a word or two in scorn to those around him and ordered them to bring food. Josiah’s children, after the weeks in the woods during which they had seen none but their parents, were shy as wood creatures themselves. Each time they were approached by the curious Indians, they would shrink back with a little cry of alarm, while the Indian who wished to touch them would jump back too with an echo of the same little shriek. They arrived at some degree of understanding through sign language, and after the Hensons were fed, they were given a wigwam in which to spend the night. The next day they were accompanied a short distance on their way by some of the young men who told them that they were now only about twenty-five miles from the lake.

      They had to ford a stream or two and pass one more night in the woods before they came out on a wide, treeless plain, southwest of Sandusky. Here they must be bold once more, so Josiah hid the family and pushed forward alone toward a house that he saw on the shore. A number of men were busily engaged in loading a small vessel. As he approached, the captain of the vessel shouted out to him, “Holoo, old man, you want to work?”

      “Yes, sir,” Josiah shouted back.

      “Come along, come along. I’ll give you a shilling an hour. Must get off with this wind.” And then he added as Josiah approached, “Oh, you can’t work, you’re crippled.”

      “Can’t I?” said Josiah scornfully, and in a moment he had hold of a bag and was following the gang in emptying it into the hold.

      He took his place in the line of laborers next to a colored man, and soon got into conversation with him.

      “How far is it to Canada?” he asked.

      And when the other fellow gave him a knowing look, he realized that he was at once understood.

      “Want to go to Canada? Come along with us then. Our captain’s a fine fellow who will take you. We are going to Buffalo.”

      “Buffalo? How far is that from Canada?”

      “Don’t you know, man? Just across the river.”

      At this Josiah decided to tell him that he was not alone, but that his wife and children were hidden not far off.

      “I’ll speak to the captain,” said the other. In a few minutes the captain beckoned Josiah aside.

      “The doctor says you want to go to Buffalo with your family. Well, why not go with me, then? Doc says you got a family. Bring them too.”

      “Yes, sir!”

      “Where do you stop?”

      “About a mile back.”

      “How long you been there?”

      “No time at all,” replied Josiah after a moment’s hesitation.

      “Come, my good fellow, tell us all about it. You’re running away, ain’t you? How long will it take you to get ready?”

      “Be back in half an hour, sir.”

      “Well, get you along then, and fetch them.”

      But before Josiah had gone fifty yards, he called him back. “You go on getting the grain in. When we get off, I’ll lay to, over opposite that island, and send a boat back. There’s a lot of regular nigger-catchers in the town below, and they might suspect if you brought your party out of the bush by daylight.”

      Josiah worked while his heart sang, and soon the two or three hundred bushels of wheat were aboard, the hatches fastened down, the anchor raised and sail hoisted.

      He watched the vessel leave its mooring and run before the breeze. Already she seemed to have passed the spot at which the captain had said he would lay to. He was sure they were leaving without him; a moment before, his hope had been so great that now he was utterly crushed. What cruel sport they had made of him! But no, she swung around in the wind, the sails flapping as the ship lay motionless. The sun set, leaving the world in a dusk which would make it safe for him to lead his wife and children down to the water’s edge. Aboard ship he could see that they were lowering a boat, and the oars flashed as they rowed toward the shore.

      The black man to whom Josiah had spoken had come along with two other sailors. They jumped ashore and the four of them started off together to the place where the other Hensons lay hidden. They searched the whole area, for at first Josiah was not sure just where his family had been. He could not believe his senses, but, yes, they were gone. He was frozen with horror, as he supposed that they had been found and carried off. The three sailors told him that as there was no time to lose, he must come along back to the ship with them. Filled with despair, he turned to follow, when he stumbled across one of the children, lying in the grass. In a moment he came upon the others, and finally found Charlotte, who lay speechless in a thicket. She had given him up for lost as he had been gone so long, and had supposed he had been captured. When she heard his voice along with the voices of several other men, she believed that he had been forced to come back for the rest of them. In her terror, she had tried to hide, and when he came upon her, she was gripped with silent paroxysms of hysteria in which she could understand nothing of what he said. They had to drag and carry her to the boat before she recovered herself sufficiently to understand that at last they were near freedom.

      As they neared the ship at anchor in midstream, the captain, who was a Scot, leaned over the taffrail and shouted, “Come up on deck and clop your wings and craw like a rooster; you’re a free nigger as sure as you’re a live man.” And with that welcome they came aboard.

      Round went the vessel, the wind plunged into her sails and the water seethed and hissed past her sides. The tension of the past weeks had been too abruptly released, and even Josiah cried that night.

      The following evening they reached Buffalo, but it was too late to cross the river that night. The next morning the captain called Josiah on deck, and pointing to the distance, said, “You see those trees; they grow on free soil, and as soon as your feet touch that, you’re a man. I want to see you go and be a free man. I’m poor myself and have nothing to give you. I only sail this boat for wages, but I’ll see you across.” And then he called to the ferryman, “What will you take this man and his family over for—he’s got no money.”

      “Three shillings will do it.”

      The captain reached into his pocket and, pulling out a dollar, gave it to Josiah and said, “Be a good fellow, won’t you?”

      “Yes, I’ll use my freedom well. God bless you.”

      It was the morning of October 28, 1830, and when Josiah jumped from the ferry, he threw himself on the sand, kissed it, and jumped around shouting like a madman.

      “He’s some crazy fellow,” said a Colonel Warren, who happened to be there.

      “Oh, no, Master, don’t you know? I am free.”

      The colonel burst into a shout of laughter and said, “Well, I never knew freedom made a man roll on the sand in such a fashion.”

       Dawn in Canada

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      Up until the time that Josiah