The narrative of John Doy, of Lawrence, Kansas ...: Printed for the author.

SICK IN PRISON.
for the great number of prisoners. This removal left a
hole- in the floor, through which I could communicate with
those below, and see what was done there; thus affording
me an opportunity to note incidents of the slave system,
quite as favorable as that I had at Platte City.
Some of those incidents I shall relate, without reference
to chronological order, or the period of their occurrence,
whether before or after my second trial.
I will here mention that, during a large part of my confinement at St. Joseph, I was quite ill; so ill that two doctors were brought to attend me, and there appeared to be
some fear lest I should die on their hands, and Missouri be
charged with my murder. During this illness, as indeed
at all other times, Mr. and Mrs. Brown were very kind to
me, furnishing me with a cot and other things, which
greatly contributed to my comfort and convalescence.
Slaves of all shades of color were constantly brought
into the lock-up below, as above mentioned, but nothing
particularly worthy of record took place from the time of
the trial until the 26th of April, when my cell doors were
opened and in walked a colored man, such as they call a
light copper-colored negro. Hie walked straight up to me,
holding out his hand and saying:
"I How do you do, Dr. Doyle?"
Seeing that the door of the room was filled by several
persons, armed with revolvers, etc., I smelt a rat, and looking him straight in the face, answered:
4' Stranger, I rather think you have made a mistake."
"Oh no," said he, "I knew you in Lawrence."
Seeing that this was an attempt to entrap me, and to
connect me in some manner with the escape of a fugitive,
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