A Strange Incident.—Six years ago, a young black man in Maryland, tired of being a slave, took advantage of a propitious night, and ran away to Canada. On sending back an occasional message to his aged father, who remained behind in bonds, he found means, for some time, of procuring answers, until at length no more answers came. Then for five years he heard nothing, and neither father nor son knew if the other were alive or dead. A few days ago, a gentleman in a public position in this city received a letter from this dusky Canadian correspondent, asking if there were any possible way of finding out something about his father. This letter was shortly afterwards enclosed to an editor of this paper, and was lying open on his desk, when the office was entered by a stranger from a Border State—an old man with a black face—and no other than the young man's father! So the letter had an unexpected and speedy answer, and by this time the father and son have seen each other face to face! Who shall say that the kind providence of God does not signally favor the poor and the lowly whom men despise?—Independent.
Do You Know Them?
I desire to know the whereabouts of
my father and relatives. His name was
Lewis Pearce. He was sold to a Negro
trader down South, but refused to go
and ran away to Canada.
I was only two weeks old and one
week later, my mother, Patsy Crider
died and my grand mother, Katy Crid-
er [Crider] raised me to 9 years of age and she
died.
Harriet Crider, Nancy Crider, Jemi-
ma [Jemima] Crider and Mahala Crider are the
only names I can get. These were Kat-
ie [Katie] Crider's children. Any information
will be thankfully received by W. J.
Deboe, Sedalia, Mo.
A FAMILY REUNION.
HOW AN ESCAPED SLAVE BECAME WEALTHY AND DISCOVERED HIS RELATIVES.
A Chicago paper tells the story of the return to the South of an escaped slave, who had amassed wealth in the North, and recently started on a journey to discover his relatives, whom he found in Louisiana. The story is as follows: "A few years ago, a runaway boy, with his face turned over his shoulder to watch against pursuit, came from the State of Kentucky and slavery to Illinois. He stole away in the night. He stole more than that, for he stole a likely mulatto boy worth a plump thousand dollars. He ignorantly forgot the guards which the Constitution and the laws had set about the sacred institutions of the South. He little reckoned that by his individual act he was swelling the amount of "aggravation," which at its height would induce its possessors to set their end of the national temple on fire. "Ten years from the time when the runaway Kentucky mulatto followed the North star, he began his return journey in broad daylight, in a first class car with his fare paid. The Fugitive Slave law was a forgotten wisp. He journeyed South as leisurely and as much at his ease as the proudest peer of the land, with a full purse and a comfortable bank account to draw upon at home. This slave boy of twelve years ago was now to make a thorough search among the ruins of the fallen prison-house of slavery for the mother and sisters he left behind him in his flight. From that journey he has just returned successful. He visited the lower landings of the Mississippi, patiently followed up every clue he could gain in New Orleans, and at the close of a day's ride a few weeks since, came upon a straggling eastern Louisiana household, and behold, his mother, brothers and sisters stood before him. "The edict of freedom had reached that place, and the freedmen were working by an arrangement with their mistress. The master was dead. He vindictively followed a brother of Mr. Ambrose into the swamps, retook him, but also took cold, lived only to flog him and sell him in Mobile for a haystack of rebel notes, and then turned his face to the wall and died. The whole family were wretchedly poor, and the mistress not too proud to receive a sum of money from her returned runaway. There is but little more to add. Mr. Ambrose, having recovered his family, intends to establish them, at their wish, on a farm near New Madrid, Missouri, according to their preference, although he offered to bring them all to Illinois. It is one of the reunions of families of which there will be many, the fruit of the great manumission."
MR. EDITOR—I desire to inquire for my mother, if possible to find out her whereabouts. Her name is Malinda Gill. We were separated in 1843, in Wake county, North Carolina, when I was about 2 or 3 years old. We belonged to Col. Oaddis (who was my father), he sold us to Israel Gill; my mother being high-tempered, Gill sold her and kept me. Rev. Purefile, who carried her to Roseville, where he kept a hotel. When Israel Gill bought mother from Col. Oddia we lived in Raleigh, N. C., then Gill moved with me to Texas. Any information of her whereabouts will be thankfully received. Address me at San Felipe, Texas, care Mr. C. H. Graves. HENRY CLAY.
MR. EDITOR— I herewith send a notice hunting for the kin people of a member of my church here. He was born near Lebanon Tenn., and lived on a farm not far from Lebanon. He thinks his mother's name was Caroline and that he had a twin brother. When three years of age he was sold to pay a debt. He was put in jail at the above named place. When he was starting away his mother was whipped in the dining room because she cried. When the boy cried his master whipped him also. A man named Fain, who lived at Ripley, bought him as a present for his daughter, a Mrs. Mattie Green, whose husband was a tailor. He was sold in front of the Old Tavern, in Lebanon, Tenn. If the pastors of our churches in Tennessee will read this notice from their pulpits they may be able to find out something concerning this affair and thus make this man happy. Any information or questions directed to me will receive immediate attention. —L. M. Hagood, pastor Union M. E. Church. Cincinnati, Ohio.
MR. EDITOR—I wish to inquire for my people, viz: father's name was Plenty McKeniers; my mother's name was Lydia Buchanan.; she is dead. I had two sisters, viz: Eliza and Ellen Buchanan; one brother named Edmund, who was hung for killing May Buchanan, his master. One aunt on mother's side named Betsy Buchanan, one uncle named Phil. Father and his kin belonged to a Mr. McKevier, who moved to the State of Georgia. I don't know what part of Georgia. Mother and her children belonged to the Buchanans. His daughter, Miss Elizabeth, married Jim Fautner and drew me, (Cornelia,) sister Ellen and mother, also cousin Phillips Jim Fautner moved us and his family to the State of Missississippi, where mother died; then J. Fautner moved back to North Carolina, where Mrs. Elizabeth Fautner, Mrs. Buchanan, still lived. Gus or Ben Buchanan drew sister Eliza and a cousin of mine named Caroline, a bright mulatto girl, myself and sister Ellen went with mother; also a cousin Phillip. The last I heard of father he was in the State of Georgia. There is some indications that father is in Texas. I don't know if its true or not; if so he is near Hempstead, Waller Co., Texas. When we were at home in North Carolina we lived near Wadesboro, Anson Co., N. C. I was so young I cannot remember what year this was, but it was before the war I am a poor widow with nine children. Please address me in care of Rev. W. Hartley Jackson, box 46, Bellville, Austin Co., Texas. MRS. CORNELIA EDWARDS.
DEAR EDITOR-- I wish to inquire for my uncles, Frank, Sam and Joe, who went from Kemper Co., Miss. Their mother's name is Penny Pollock. Joe ran away from Dr. A. Brown during the war, and the last I heard of him he was in Chicago, Illinois. Frank left to go to Texas with John Warren, and I have heard that he is there. Sam is in Louisiana. Their mother is still living in Kemper Co., Miss., as are also their sister Mary and brother Redin, my father. Address me at Herbert, Kemper Co., Miss. SAMUEL POLLOCK
MR. EDITOR—I wish to inquire for my father's people. My grandfather is Dick Rideout, grandmother Peggy Rideout. They belonged to Sam Shags, of Maryland, 13 miles from Washington City. They had 16 children--Betty, James, Barbary, Tettee, Rachel, Mary, David Henderson, Sophia. Amelia, Christian, Ann. My father is Henderson Ripeout. He was sold, ran off, was caught and sold to a negro trader in 1844, who brought him to New Orleans and sold him in Mississippi. I saw aunt Sophia in 1866 at which time she was living in Claiborne Co., Miss. My address is Columbia, Miss. DAVID RIDEOUT.
DEAR EDITOR— I wish to inquire for my father, David Nelson, who left Yazoo county with the Union army about the year 1863 or '64. He wrote to his sister, Mary Eale, at or near Satartia, Yazoo Co., Miss He was at Clarksville, Mo. Since that time we heard that he had removed to the State of Ohio. He left mother, sister Lucy, and myself, Octavia; he left also three of his sisters, Mary, Dorcas, and Nancy. His father's name was Elias; his mother's name was Charlotte. His brother James was killed before he left home. Father and his relatives belonged to Ranslom Stutiven. His wife's name is Silvey ; she belonged to David Irving. All of Yazoo Co., Miss. Address me at Vicksburg, Miss., in care of Rev. H. A. Johnson. MARY O. JOHNSON.
Dear editor: I wish to inquire for my father’s people. Father’s name was Washington William Winbush. He lived in Gr[undecipherable] county, Alabama. His gra[undecipherable] mother's [grandmother's?] name was Millie Har[undecipherable] She belonged to Mr. Page Har[undecipherable] His mother, who is dead, [undecipherable] named Hannah Williams. [undecipherable] delonged to Mr. Charles Williams. His uncles names were Charl[undecipherable] Daniel and Bill Williams, and [undecipherable] longed [belonged?] to Page, Bob, Ned a[undecipherable] Angeline Harris. His uncle Ja[undecipherable] Williams, was put into the cotton press under the block so he could be whipped. He ran away Mississippi and was put in jail. He was then sold to Mrs. Burn[undecipherable]. Sister Tempy Harris belonged [undecipherable] Mr. Noah Harris. Grandmoth[undecipherable] by father was named Edith W[undecipherable] liams [Williams?]. She came to Mississippi with Dave Williams. My broth[undecipherable] is named Daniel Williams. Pe[undecipherable] sons [persons?] having any information wi[undecipherable] please address J.W. Winbush Lexington, Miss.
MR. EDITOR: In glancing over the columns of your paper I find that you are very successful in finding lost relatives, so I thought I would get you to inquire for my mother's relations. Her name is Ann Elizabeth Garrison. She came from Winchester, Va., and belonged to a man by the name of Stewart Grant. He got broke and we were sold at auction. My brother John and I were sold together to a man by the name of George Harrison, and my mother and the other children were sold to a tinner by the name of Abram Nelton; her name was Eliza Wells before she married my father; his name was Paten Garrison. He belonged to a man by the name of Mr. Massie, and he left him and went to Canada. Then brother John and I were sold to George Kitchen, and he sold me to Mr. Castleman, who brought me to this country. Brother John was the oldest child, and I was next; the next one to me was Caroline, the next was Charlie; I don't remember the other children's name and how many. I was 10 years old when I left mother. I am her son, C. G. Dunham. Direct to me at 282 1/2 Washington street, between Baronne and Dryades streets, New Orleans, La. Gonzales, Tex.
DEAR EDITOR—I wish to inquire for my sister, Esther Allen. When I left home she had two sons, Nelson and Ned Allen, and a daughter, Mary Ann Allen. My owner was E. C. F. Jeffers, of Claiborne Co., Miss. I had one brother, Ned Adams, who left home during the battle of Port Gibson. Father's name is Moses Hawthorn. My name was Elizabeth Torry, but is now Elizabeth James. Address me Galveston, Texas.
MR. EDITOR: My father's name was Dick Martin. He went to Canada from Louisiana about the year 1848 He belonged to Duncan Walker, on Bayon Lafourche. If any one who reads this knows him, please address BAPTIST MARTIN. First African Baptist Church, New Orleans.
DEAR EDITOR—I want to find my brother Abraham Stewart. We belonged to Robert Malloy in Louisiana. He went off with Gen. Banks troops in 1862, and we were brought to Texas, and have not heard from him since. Ten other slaves belonging to the same master went with him. I will pay ten dollars to the finder of my brother. WASH STEWART. Williamsburg, Texas.
DEAR EDITOR— I wish to inquire for my brother Abraham Stewart. He went off with the Yankees in 1863 from Louisiana. He is a son of Ned and Rutha Stewart. We belonged to Robert Malloy in Louisiana and Abraham was the oldest of eight children. He is about forty years old. I heard he went to Missouri. I will pay ten dollars to the finder of him. Address me at Williamsburg, Lavaca county, Texas. WASHINGTON STEWART.
DEAR EDITOR— I wish to inquire for my father. His name is Isaac Hughes. He left Starkville, Miss., in May, 1863; he left with the Federal army and I have not seen him since. The last time I heard from him he was in Memphis, Tenn. I have one brother named Peter Hughes, and my mother is named Jennie Hughes. Any information as to his whereabouts will be thankfully received. Address, ISAAC HUGHES, JR., Starkville, Miss
MR. EDITOR-- Please allow me to inquire for my uncle. There were three brothers: Watson Coleman, Bob Coleman and Spencer Coleman. Watson got killed just after the war and uncle Bob went to Mexico in time of war or just before. Spencer Coleman is living at Columbus, Texas; he is my father. The last time I heard from uncle Bob he was in Mexico, about twelve or fourteen years ago. My father is about fifty-five years of age. I am the son of Spencer Coleman. I will be glad if any one knowing anything about them would write me, Stephen Coleman, at Waelder, Gonzales county, Texas
DEAR EDITOR—I wish to inquire for my relatives. My mother was sold from Carthage, Tenn., about the breaking out of the war, to Larkin Payne, of Chattanooga. In the early part of the war I left my aunt Judy Payne and Henry Payne at Carthage, and went to live in Ohio. Address me care of Mr. Cunningham, corner of Rampart and Julia streets, New Orleans. SUSAN WILSON.
DEAR EDITOR-- I wish to inquire for my son, Sam Doods. He belonged to Moses Foster, who lived in Copiah Co., Miss. He left home in June, 1862. When last heard from he was in the 58th U.S. Colored Infantry under Col. Preston. Address me at Brookhaven, Miss., in care of Rev. H. May. BETSY DOODS.