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None of thy brethren who have come to us have ever been taken back to bondage . -- Good-evening , Friend Trader ! '' and Josh heard the old Quaker 's smooth voice roll on , while he lay back half smothering in a bag , among other bags of corn and potatoes . It was after ten o'clock that night when he was thrown carelessly into a wagon and driven away to the next station , twenty-five miles to the northward . And by such stages , hiding by day and traveling by night , helped by a few of his own people who were blessed with freedom , and always by the good Quakers wherever found , he made his way into Canada . And on one never-to-be-forgotten morning he stood up , straightened himself , breathed God 's blessed air , and knew himself free ! To Joshua Leckler this life in Canada was all new and strange .