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woman prayed and groaned； and George and Jim clenched their pistols with the grasp of despair。 The pursuers gained on them fast； the carriage made a sudden turn； and brought them near a ledge of a steep overhanging rock； that rose in an isolated ridge or clump in a large lot； which was； all around it； quite clear and smooth。 This isolated pile； or range of rocks； rose up black and heavy against the brightening sky； and seemed to promise shelter and concealment。 It was a place well known to Phineas； who had been familiar with the spot in his hunting days； and it was to gain this point he had been racing his horses。
“Now for it！” said he； suddenly checking his horses； and springing from his seat to the ground。 “Out with you； in a twinkling； every one； and up into these rocks with me。 Michael； thee tie thy horse to the wagon； and drive ahead to Amariah’s and get him and his boys to come back and talk to these fellows。”
In a twinkling they were all out of the carriage。
“There；” said Phineas； catching up Harry； “you； each of you； see to the women； and run； now if you ever did run！”
They needed no exhortation。 Quicker than we can say it； the whole party were over the fence； making with all speed for the rocks； while Michael； throwing himself from his horse； and fastening the bridle to the wagon； began driving it rapidly away。
“Come ahead；” said Phineas； as they reached the rocks； and saw in the mingled starlight and dawn； the traces of a rude but plainly marked foot…path leading up among them； “this is one of our old hunting…dens。 Come up！”
Phineas went before； springing up the rocks like a goat； with the boy in his arms。 Jim came second； bearing his trembling old mother over his shoulder； and George and Eliza brought up the rear。 The party of horsemen came up to the fence； and； with mingled shouts and oaths； were dismounting； to prepare to follow them。 A few moments’ scrambling brought them to the top of the ledge； the path then passed between a narrow defile； where only one could walk at a time； till suddenly they came to a rift or chasm more than a yard in breadth； and beyond which lay a pile of rocks； separate from the rest of the ledge； standing full thirty feet high； with its sides steep and perpendicular as those of a castle。 Phineas easily leaped the chasm； and sat down the boy on a smooth； flat platform of crisp white moss； that covered the top of the rock。
“Over with you！” he called； “spring； now； once； for your lives！” said he； as one after another sprang across。 Several fragments of loose stone formed a kind of breast…work； which sheltered their position from the observation of those below。
“Well； here we all are；” said Phineas； peeping over the stone breast…work to watch the assailants； who were coming tumultuously up under the rocks。 “Let ’em get us； if they can。 Whoever comes here has to walk single file between those two rocks； in fair range of your pistols； boys； d’ye see？”
“I do see；” said George！ “and now； as this matter is ours； let us take all the risk； and do all the fighting。”
“Thee’s quite welcome to do the fighting； George；” said Phineas； chewing some checkerberry…leaves as he spoke； “but I may have the fun of looking on； I suppose。 But see； these fellows are kinder debating down there； and looking up； like hens when they are going to fly up on to the roost。 Hadn’t thee better give ’em a word of advice； before they come up； just to tell ’em handsomely they’ll be shot if they do？”
The party beneath； now more apparent in the light of the dawn； consisted of our old acquaintances； Tom Loker and Marks； with two constables； and a posse consisting of such rowdies at the last tavern as could be engaged by a little brandy to go and help the fun of trapping a set of niggers。
“Well； Tom； yer coons are farly treed；” said one。
“Yes； I see ’em go up right here；” said Tom； “and here’s a path。 I’m for going right up。 They can’t jump down in a hurry； and it won’t take long to ferret ’em out。”
“But； Tom； they might fire at us from behind the rocks；” said Marks。 “That would be ugly； you know。”
“Ugh！” said Tom； with a sneer。 “Always for saving your skin； Marks！ No danger！ niggers are too plaguy scared！”
“I don’t know why I shouldn’t save my skin；” said Marks。 “It’s the best I’ve got； and niggers do fight like the devil； sometimes。”
At this moment； George appeared on the top of a rock above them； and； speaking in a calm； clear voice； said；
“Gentlemen； who are you； down there； and what do you want？”
“We want a party of runaway niggers；” said Tom Loker。 “One George Harris； and Eliza Harris； and their son； and Jim Selden； and an old woman。 We’ve got the officers； here； and a warrant to take ’em； and we’re going to have ’em； too。 D’ye hear？ An’t you George Harris； that belongs to Mr。 Harris； of Shelby county； Kentucky？”
“I am George Harris。 A Mr。 Harris； of Kentucky； did call me his property。 But now I’m a free man； standing on God’s free soil； and my wife and my child I claim as mine。 Jim and his mother are here。 We have arms to defend ourselves； and we mean to do it。 You can come up； if you like； but the first one of you that comes within the range of our bullets is a dead man； and the next； and the next； and so on till the last。”
“O； come！ come！” said a short； puffy man； stepping forward； and blowing his nose as he did so。 “Young man； this an’t no kind of talk at all for you。 You see； we’re officers of justice。 We’ve got the law on our side； and the power； and so forth； so you’d better give up peaceably； you see； for you’ll certainly have to give up； at last。”
“I know very well that you’ve got the law on your side； and the power；” said George； bitterly。 “You mean to take my wife to sell in New Orleans； and put my boy like a calf in a trader’s pen； and send Jim’s old mother to the brute that whipped and abused her before； because he couldn’t abuse her son。 You want to send Jim and me back to be whipped and tortured； and ground down under the heels of them that you call masters； and your laws will bear you out in it；—more shame for you and them！ But you haven’t got us。 We don’t own your laws； we don’t own your country； we stand here as free； under God’s sky； as you are； and； by the great God that made us； we’ll fight for our liberty till we die。”
George stood out in fair sight； on the top of the rock； as he made his declaration of independence； the glow of dawn gave a flush to his swarthy cheek； and bitter indignation and despair gave fire to his dark eye； and； as if appealing from man to the justice of God； he raised his hand to heaven as he spoke。
If it had been only a Hungarian youth； now bravely defending in some mountain fastness the retreat of fugitives escaping from Austria into America； this would have been sublime heroism； but as it was a youth of African descent； defending the retreat of fugitives through America into Canada； of course we are too well instructed and patriotic to see any heroism in it； and if any of our readers do； they must do it on their own private responsibility。 When despairing Hungarian fugitives make their way； against all the search…warrants and authorities of their lawful government； to America； press and political cabinet ring with applause and welcome。 When despairing African fugitives do the same thing；—it is—what is it？
Be it as it may； it is certain that the attitude； eye； voice； manner； of the speaker for a moment struck the party below to silence。 There is something in boldness and determination that for a time hushes even the rudest nature。 Marks was the only one who remained wholly untouched。 He was deliberately cocking his pistol； and； in the momentary silence that followed George’s speech； he fired at him。
“Ye see ye get jist as much for him dead as alive in Kentucky；” he said coolly； as he wiped his pistol on his coat…sleeve。
George sprang backward；—Eliza uttered a shriek；—the ball had passed close to his hair； had nearly grazed the cheek of his wife； and struck in the tree above。
“It’s nothing； Eliza；” said George； quickly。
“Thee’d better keep out of sight； with thy speechifying；” said Phineas； “they’re mean scamps。”
“Now； Jim；” said George； �