new to Master Thomas, and for it he was wholly unprepared. . He was a slaveholder, without the ability to hold pared. or manage his slaves. Failing to command their respect, both himself and wife were ever on the alert lest some indignity should be offered him by the slaves.

It was in the month of August, 1833, when I had become almost desperate under the treatment of Master Thomas, and entertained more strongly than ever the oft-repeated determination run away, a circumstance days for us all. a Methodist camp-meeting, held in the Bay side (a famous place for camp-meetings), about brighter and better proimse eight miles from St. MichaeTh, Master Thomas came out with a profession of religion. He had long been an ob5eet of interest to the church, and to the ministers, as I had seen by the repeated visits tions of the latter. e was a fish quite worth catching, for he had money and standing. In St. Micliaels, he was equal to the best citizen. strictly temperate, and there was little to do for him to the appearance of piety, and to him make hima pillar of the church. Well, the camp-meeting continued and two steamboats came loaded from Baltimore. The and lengthy exhortathe communi of parts of the country, a week; peopk gathered from all erected; a rude altar fenced in, stand fronting the were seats arranged; a preacher’s stand, with straw in it, making a soft kneeI ing place for the accommodation of mourners. This place would have held at least one hundred persons. In sides of the preacher’s stand, and outs front and on the side the long rows of seats, rose the first class of stately the other in vieing with strength, neatness, and capacity for accommodation. Behind this first circle of tents was another, less imposing, which reached round the . camp-ground the speaker’s stand. Outside this