Feint as if he was going back again; when she saw that, being in her Smock, run into the House a second Time; upon that he turned back, and said, Who are you making your Fool of? and went forward. The Woman seeing him go forward, said to her Husband, He is not coming back, he is going forward. Then the Man, who was a petty Planter, slipped on his Breeches, put his Gun upon his Shoulder, and came after him; when he came up to him he said, Who do you belong to? Cole answered, I belong to myself. The Planter said, Where are you going? Cole said, To the Eastern Shore. What are you going to do there? said he. Says Cole, I have a Relation that lives in Kent County, and I am going to him; he is a Freeman and a Carpenter, and has sent for me to come and live with him; and, as my Wife is dead, I design to live there. The Planter then asked him his Name. He said, he was not afraid of telling his Name; his Name was John Perkins< no role > ; that he served his Time with one John Boyd< no role > , in the North Branch of Puttuxent River in Maryland , and had lived 25 Years in the Country, (for there was one John Perkins< no role > who had served his Time with Boyd, when Cole was in the Country first; but Cole was not transported then, and, as he says, was never transported but once.) The Planter said, he had mentioned a Place far enough off that he (the Planter) knew nothing of, and that he must give some better Account of himself, or he would take him back again. But Cole said, he would not have minded that, if he had got hold of the Gun. The Planter said, he looked like a Runaway by his going in the Night; that as he was a Constable, it was his Business to look after Runaways; that he had been robbed of all his Linnen but a little before. Cole gave him a particular Account of that Part of the Country and told him he had lived with one Ralph Crab< no role > 7 Years. The Planter said, he would not trouble himself with him, but he was sure he would be brought back again, and so they parted. He travelled on, plundering the Milk Houses, till he came within 4 Miles of Rappahanock River. The Night being rainy, and he very wet, he got into an old Tobacco House, [he was afraid of catching an Ague and Fever, but, he said, he believed he was reserved for this Death, otherwise he does suppose he should have died there] and fell asleep between some old Cyder Casks: While he was asleep, he dreamed there was a Man came in a Great Coat with a Gun to take him, and told him he was a Runaway; and just as he awaked he saw a Man * like the other he had been dreaming of, come into the Tobacco Warehouse, with a Gun upon his Arm, and said, Hah, what do you do here? Cole said, What do you think? I was asleep if you had not wak'd me. The Man said he must get up, and come along with him. For what? said Cole; what must I go along with you for? The Man said, because he believed he was a Runaway. Cole said he was no Runaway. The Man said he looked as if he was, for he might have had Quarters at his House if he had been upon the fair Lay, [for every one may travel the Country through, without costing him a Farthing, if he has a Protection] and therefore as it was War Time, he said, he thought proper to take him before a Justice. [This was about the Time of taking Porto Bello.] There were three Negroes accidentally coming by, the Planter called to them to come up; they asked him, what was the Matter? Bryan, said he, had caught a Runaway in his Tobacco House, and they persuaded him to let him go; they said, Poor Barricado, let him go, what signifies keeping him? Bryan said, if they would not assist him to carry him before Mr. Beane, (a Justice of the Peace) he would have them flogg'd. Then Cole consented to go along with them. When they came there, Bryan told Mr. Beane, that his Boy went into the Tobacco House for a Bit of Tobacco, and seeing a Man lying asleep, was frightened out of his Wits, and came and acquainted him with it; upon which he took his Gun and secured him, and had brought him before him, to advise with him what to do. What I would have you do, said Mr. Beane, why you may see he is a Runaway. Mr. Beane said he would send him down to Naylor's-Hole, to Captain Fantleroy. Said Cole, What must I do there? Said

* One Bryan, a Planter in Virginia, an Irish Fellow, who had married an old Negroe Woman.

? A White Man.