OLD TIMES.
HOW SOME RUNAWAY SLAVES WERE NOT CAUGHT.
(by John G. Wilson)
No. 31. From: Folklore and Legends
Submitted by:
Sharon M.
Kouns

Ironton Register, Thursday, February 06, 1896
For the Register.
About the year 1856, when Ironton was in her infancy, there
came word to Burlington, that some half dozen slaves had escaped
from Kentucky, and that they would cross, it was supposed at or
near Ironton. We had at that time several citizens, both in and
near our little town, who were willing to apprehend those who were
escaping from bondage. They were soon equipped and as soon as
night came on, were on their way to Ironton to stop the poor
fugitives for the sake of a few paltry dollars. They were three in
number and mounted on their horses rode swiftly down the river
road towards the town.
They had received sure word that the slaves would cross that
night, about where the East Ironton grade now is, then a woodyard
kept to sell wood to steamboats, which burned wood for fuel. The
wood was piled in long rows or ricks on the top of the bank and
was sold to the brickyards as well as the boats. The three men
hunters arrived about 10 o’clock, and after placing one of them
(who was my informant) on the top of one of the long ricks of
wood, near where a road was, which descended to the river told
him, that they would go down into the town and find out all they
could, as to whether those who were, also, of like feelings as
themselves knew about the runaways. The one left made up his mind
that stopping men who were escaping from bondage, was not the
easiest thing and that he did not think, on the whole that it was
exactly right; and sitting up there in the cool frosty night, his
blood got cool and he resolved that if they came he would let them
go by unchallenged, and so, with that conclusion, he stretched
himself out on the woodpile to await results.
His comrades had told him to keep strict watch, and when he saw
them come across the river, to await them at the road and take
them into custody and hold them until they returned; that they
would be back soon. He said he waited very impatiently for several
hours, but neither his comrades nor the runaways made their
appearance, and he was about to go and get his horse and ride
home, when he thought he heard the faint echo of the oars, in the
rowlock of a skiff, putting off from the Kentucky shore. His heart
beat rapidly as he saw the boat coming near and when it pulled to
the shores, he saw five stalwart blacks get out of the boat, while
the 6th who was probably a white man, though he could not tell,
rowed his boat back to the other shore. The slaves came up the
bank slowly and were evidently looking for someone but they did
not pause but came on and passed within a few yards of where he
was concealed. He said they were powerful men, in the prime of
life, and each one had a large club on his shoulder. They passed
on as silent as ghosts and he drew a long breath when they
disappeared in the darkness.
About an hour passed by when his comrades came back; the dawn
was beginning to mark the approach of day. They wanted to know if
he had seen anything; he told them what he had seen when they
expressed great surprise that he did not stop them. He said he
endured their talk and brag as they told what they would have done
had they been there, when he said that he could stand it no
longer, but told them that they were a parcel of fools or idiots
to think that he was fool enough to try and stop five men armed
with clubs, fleeing from bondage, and that they went to town on
purpose to escape having trouble if the slaves should come; and as
far as he himself was concerned he was glad that they had got away
and he was done forever hunting runaways. He said they stormed
awhile, but took good care to go home with him and to not follow
those who were fleeing.
Afterward it was ascertained that the same band was stopped at
the bridge near Getaway, and those who stopped them were badly
used up, one having his jaw almost broken and another knocked
senseless by the clubs of the runaways. However they escaped and
made their way to Canada, the land of refuge for the slave. My
informant said he came home with the determination that those who
wanted to might hunt runaway slaves but as far as for him he was
out of the business.
G.