Communicated.

For Frederick Douglass' Paper.

LETTER FROM ARTEMAS CARTER
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CHICAGO, April 28th, 1854.
MY DEAR FRIEND DOUGLASS:—I know you will be glad to hear of the main event which I now record for you. Your good friend John Jones of this city invited me to accompany him to his house this morning, there to see three "chattels personal" who were on their route to Canada, and whom he, seeing them "hungry, gave them meat," and seeing them "athirst, gave them drink," the impious fugitive act to the contrary notwithstanding. While I am penning this note, those said "chattels personal" are nearing a free home at the full steam speed of twenty five miles an hour, and I trust that to-morrow's breakfast will be the last meal they will partake in a nation which, although the land of their birth, is yet, shame to say, a land not affording liberty nor safety to them, or such as them on any acre of its vast extent. No—the country they are leaving, though it may reckon its territory by millions of acres, and though ready with its offer of freedom and a home to strangers from the remotest corners of the earth, yet offers not to these, its own native children, throughout its whole length and breadth, a spot even of size to stand upon where they may be either free or safe. We whites, when discouraged and oppressed in spirit, find relief in thinking there is "another and a better world, where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest." So may the colored man find glorious relief in thinking there is another and a better country, beyond the reach of the thousand bitter ills which, in boasting, but hypocritical America, beset them on every side, and especially beyond the reach of kidnappers and fugitive slave (falsely called) laws. These three persons were a mother and her child, and another female, all of them, I should judge, fullblooded negroes. The mother was about five and twenty years of age, and was bright, intelligent, animated, and really fine looking. Her little one was an active daughter, strong and promising, of about fifteen months—They were owned (?) in Saint Louis. On Monday last, the mother was to have been sold to be takenwithout her child to New Orleans. No remonstrances and pleadings of that mother could avail to change the determination of seller and buyer to sell and [?] the mother, leaving behind in BONDAGE, and NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN ON EARTH, that little one dearer than self—her only possession, save, alone, her husband, held by another master. On the evening previous to the appointed sale and separation, this true and devoted mother effected her escape, bringing her little one with her I saw them comfortable and happy at brother Jones's house, and had the privilege of offering to that heroic mother my congratulations, and good wishes, as well as of contributing "material aid." That other female of whom I spoke, might have been nineteen years of age, and was worthy of the companionship in which she wended her way to liberty, and, of course, of that liberty itself. I was glad to aid the revenues of the U.G. Rail Road; for I am a stockholder therein. That is a well-managed road, and is doing a truly glorious business.