Immediately the colored man was bidden to alight, and whilst he and the elder struck out for the woods a short distance to the southwest, the buggy was turned and driven rapidly toward Richmond.
Scarcely was it out of sight, when two horsemen came galloping into town, and riding up to our English friend, who had been an interested spectator of the little scene just described and was wont to express his satisfaction of English laws by quoting,
“Slaves cannot breathe in Highland; if their lungs
Received ’er hair, that moment they are free;”
and inquired, “Stranger, did you see a buggy drive into town from the east a short time ago with two men in it?”
“Hi ’ave, gentlemen.”
“Was one of them black?”
“’E was, gentlemen.”
“Should you think the other was the man they call Mose Bishop?”
“Hi should, gentlemen.”