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    I ran from Thomas B. Littlejohn in September 1814. I had been working in his public house, which he had for sale since March. He founded the town of Oxford with the labor of the people he had enslaved; in 1810 he had 40, including me. I was called OLIVER.
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    My older sister BETTY and I ran in July 1805 from Mrs. Beckett. Betty had run away when Beckett’s husband John died in 1803, and had lived free for two years before being caught in Montgomery County. She took me with her this time. I was called NANCY.
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    I ran from merchant Rufus Tucker in July 1862. He was busy organizing a calvary company for the Confederacy, so I felt it was a good time to leave. After the war I owned a barber shop near Tucker’s store. I called myself SCOTT BROWN, and my full name was WINFIELD SCOTT BROWN.
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    I ran from Daniel Lee’s farm near Towson, north of Baltimore, on this day in 1845. By 1850 I was living with my parents and siblings in Harford County, Maryland, where I lived the rest of my life, after serving in the Union Army in the Civil War. My name was HENRY HILTON.
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    When I came into Maryland in November 1805, I was put in jail by Sheriff Cooke despite my claim of being a free man. I remained in that jail until March 1806. Remember me. I called myself TOM.
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    I ran from James Kemp Goodloe of Franklin County, NC in March 1812. Robert Harwell was taking my wife west to Mississippi, and I was desperate to stay with her. Pray for us, I was called ROBIN.
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    I ran in April 1822 from the hotel that the Grimke family owned at 115 Meeting Street in Charleston. I was still free in July 1822, when they thought I might be harbored somewhere in the city or on Sullivan’s Island off the coast. I was called BEN.
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    My wife EMMELINE and I left Chapel Hill NC in July 1846 with our daughter; we took a train to Ohio and were free. Abraham Rencher was a diplomat in Portugal when we escaped, and tried to get Emmeline back, but we stayed free in Cleveland. My name was MIKE MILLIGAN.
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    I ran from Joseph Manning’s tailoring shop in October 1811. I had been saying I wanted to go back to Guadeloupe in the French Caribbean. But I must not have gotten far, as Manning, in his 1834 will, asked his wife to take care of “my old negro Man Frank.” They called me FRANK.
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    I ran from Abraham McLemore in May 1812. I had been one of the 23 enslaved people who worked on constructing his house near the Tar River in Franklin County, NC. Remember me, they called me BEN.
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    I ran from Edwin Moore of NC in August 1827. My parents and children might have still been with Elizabeth Porter in Edgecombe County; she sold me after her husband died in 1822. I was called LUKE.
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    When I ran from Thomas Mills of Caswell County NC in December 1841, he must have thought I would be caught soon; he must have been angry to have to advertise again nearly a year later. I was called WILL.
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    I ran from Mareen Burgess Duvall in October 1807, and was able to evade him at least until the spring of 1808, and maybe longer. Duvall died in 1812 and had no enslaved people listed in his estate. I called myself SAM JOINTER.
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    My daughter Elizabeth and I escaped from Jesse Paxton’s plantation in Washington Parish, LA. We hoped we could pass for white, and go West; we had walked over 550 miles and were nearly to Indian territory when we were caught in January 1855. My name was DOSHY WALLACE.