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way to Boston.” Our citizens are losing all their best servants. Some secret, Yankee arrangement has been contrived by which they “stampede” from three to eight at a time, and not a trace of them can be found until they reach the interior of New York, or of the New England States. They cannot gave gone by railroad, as every station is closely watched by a secret police, yet there is no other conveyance by which a man can reach Albany from this city in two days. That they have done so, is now fully demonstrated. Colonel Hardy, a tobacco planter, residing in the District, about five miles from the city, lost five more slaves last Sunday evening. They were pursued by an expert slave catcher, but no trace of them was discovered. The search was abandoned this morning, the Colonel having received a paper called the Liberty Press, printed in Albany, with an article marked, so as to attract his attention, which reads as follows:

“‘Arrived, this morning, by our fast line, three men and two women. They were claimed as slaves by Colonel H., of the District of Columbia, but became dissatisfied with the Colonel’s ways, and left the old fellow’s premises last Sunday evening, arriving at our station by the quickest passage on record.’

“The article goes on reciting certain incidents that have transpired in the Colonel’s family, that correspond so exactly with facts that the Colonel says, ‘Nobody but Kate could have told that story!’ Said article closes by saying: ‘Now, Colonel H., please give yourself no trouble about these friends of yours, for they will be safe under the protection of the British Lion before this meets your eyes.’”

Thus it will be seen that this famous thoroughfare was first called the “Underground Railroad,” in the city of Washington.

That article was published in the Liberty Press for “a southern market.” The facts of the case are these: The three men, Jo, Robert, and Harry, lay concealed in a rude cabin, which was covered out of sight by a pile of corn stalks, about six miles from Baltimore, near the road toward Washington. The women, Kate and