William M. Mitchell,
The Under-Ground Railroad
(1860)
“ The Slaves, upon their arrival in Canada, gaze with delight upon a land of freedom. Would you believe it, tears often flow to their eyes,—they lift their voices and weep aloud. It is a glorious thing to gaze for the first time upon a land, where a poor Slave, flying from a so-called land of liberty, would in a moment find his fetters broken, his shackles loosed, and whatever he was in the land of Washington, beneath the shadow of Bunker's Hill, or even Plymouth Rock, here he becomes a man and a brother. ”
