JERMAIN AND CAROLINE LOGUEN AND

THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD IN CENTRAL NEW YORK

UNDERGROUND RAILROAD. The underground railroad occasionally brings out rich things. Yesterday a beautiful mulatto woman from the Maryland shore, near Baltimore, called upon Mr. Loguen. She was a fugitive from high life in slave-dom. Her . . .conversation showed she had been valued and caref for. She naturally enquired into the quality and amount of business at the Syracuse Depot. Mrs. Loguen took the record of the names of the fugitives that had called at her house, and commenced reading them.

“That is the name of my husband,” she exclaimed with enthusiasm, when a certain name was read. Mr. And Mrs. Loguen instantly called the mind an accomplished semi-colored man they had sent on to Rev. Mr. Mansfield & Co. at Auburn, three weeks ago. She told her story as follows:

She had been married about six weeks. Her hasband and herself were house slaves of two notable and wealthy families in Maryland, and were greatly attached. About three weeks since her master suspected that she intended to escape with her husband, and arrested her and put her in jail. She managed to notify her husband of her case, and he instantly fled to avoid a similar fate, and probably sale to the far South. Her mistress and daughter were greatly attached to her, and procured her release, and for three days thereafter she fled on foot to Philadelphia, with the aid of the man who helped her husband on. Anti-Slavery men put her on the road, and now for the second time she has got track of her husband.

Mr. Loguen at once thought it his duty to go to Auburn with her and help find her husband. On arrival at Auburn he placed her in the parlor of one of the best hotels, and called on Mr. Mansfield, who went with him to another clergyman to whom he was directed. He was at meeting, and Mr. Loguen saw a colored man in a distant part of the meeting who resembled the fugitive, and sent a person to bring him to the lobby to see Mr. Loguen. The poor man was seized with a tremor. The fact was, he was an excellent machinist, and instead of going to Canada, had hired out at good wages at Auburn.

“They are after you Fred,” said Mr. Loguen, “But hold up your head—I’ll take you where you won’t be hurt.”

“Who is after me?”

“Who but your master could be here after you—but don’t be scared—follow me and you will be safe. Can you fight?”

“It depends on whom I am to fight.”

“Will you fight slaveholders if they have come to take you?”

“Yes—I would fight a regiment of them.”

By this time they arrived at the Hotel, and Mr. Loguen proceeded directly to the parlor, which was richly furnished . . . .The fellows’ feelings were worked up to the highest point [believing] he could expect to see no one but a slaveholder. On entering the room he saw his beautiful wife alone—he was so overcome that he almost fell to the floor, exclaiming at the same time, “it is my wife!” They rushed together, and a happier bride and bridegroom could not be found in the world—we’ll venture to say.

Adapted from a newspaper account. No place, no date. From files of Milton Sernett.