It was almost the hour of noon, upon a very warm August day, when he gained the public street, and he forth with commenced walking as fast as he could in the direction of Haerlem, holding his handkerchief to his face constantly, under pretence of wiping off the perspiration. It was about the middle of the afternoon when he reached the widow Day's Tavern at the head of Haerlem Lane. He presented himself to her and said: "I have just
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escaped from prison, and throw myself upon your protection as an old acquaintance. My life is in your power. Assist me to get off in safety." Mrs. Day, for several minutes wrung her hands and trembled from head to foot. She then said: "You are an old friend it's true, but what could possess you to come here? The house is filled with Refugees." He tranquilized her. She then provided for his immediate safety by taking him upstairs to a small room of which she gave him the key. Finding that he should not able to procure a boat he asked for a cord in order that he might construct a raft for the purpose of crossing Haerlem river with dry clothes. She supplied him with one of her bed-cords, and also, at his request, with a bottle of brandy and some crackers. A signal was agreed upon between them, upon hearing which he was to escape from the house where he was in