‘reckon’ you will be an abolitionist by the time your ‘man’ comes home.” She found on a shelf some crusts of bread and scraps of cold meat, which she wrapped in a newspaper that she found in the room, and started off. She had become weak from hunger and exposure, but her fears seemed to give her new strength. The road was lonely, passing ravines in the hills and woods; when she saw anybody in the road she hid herself until they had passed by and then ran forward, until late in the day, when she turned away from the road and sat down to rest. On opening her package of food to feed Prince, she saw at the head of an advertisement a wood cut, the figure of a slave escaping, and read as follows:
$450 REWARD.
Ran away from my plantation on the Mobile River, thirty miles from the city of Mobile, my slave girl, Oneda. She left on the 3d of June, 185—, and took with her a very large black dog. The girl is fifteen years of age, has long hair, brown eyes, and brunette complexion, rather less than medium size, but remarkably well formed, smiles when she speaks and shows a dimple in her left cheek, is very intelligent, and is supposed to be able to read. Any person who will capture and secure them in any jail south of the Ohio River, so that I can get them, will receive $300 reward, and if carefully handled so that the dog be not maimed noj the person of the girl disfigured, $150 will be added to the above reward.
The paper was directed to J. Tice, Piketon, Pike Co., Ky. “This explains it all,” said Oneda. “That will do, my brother, your powers of description are truly remarkable —‘is mpposed to be able to read’—of course she can read, and then, too, you appeal to the sordid instincts of a brutal slave catcher, to save me from physical suffering, while you, regardless of fraternal relationship, would degrade my humanity, and hold in base chattel slavery
