I yelled to the others, 'Run to the back, run to the back.'

I kept knocking with my fist.

I was blessed. I called upon the Lord and he saved me. He put the right people in the right place to save me, and nobody can tell me no different.

I took one step behind the register where the wall was at. When I picked up my other foot, one of the cinder blocks hit me in the back with tremendous force and knocked me to my knees into the praying position.

Fugitive slaves were rare then, and as a fugitive slave lecturer, I had the advantage of being the first one out.

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.