When I was in New York, I heard that somebody 
caught a runaway slave. He was going to be sent 
back to slavery. I thought of a plan that worked. 
At the courthouse, I went to the door, and 
knocked on it. I pretended to be an old lady. I 
said that I had a message for my master who was 
on the second floor. I went upstairs and then 
got to the window where my friends could see me
signal.

After that when they brought the poor man 
downstairs, my friends began to shout, and make 
noise about setting the man free. "Give him his 
freedom. A man deserves to be free."  They 
started fighting. In all of the fighting and
confusion, three men rushed up to Charles, and 
grabbed him. I was waiting on the side by this 
time behind the courthouse to rush him to a boat 
we had waiting for him at the river.  They had 
Charles, but the people at the courthouse sent 
a telegraph across the river, and they took poor 
Charles when he got out of the boat. However, 
that second time I made sure that I got Charles 
free. There was lots of shooting and fighting, 
and during all that commotion, I got him free 
again. Then I took him to Schenectady, New York
where he lived the rest of his life in Freedom.