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           PointingtowardsNorthup,standingafewrodsdistant,hedemanded —"Doyouknowthatman?" 

           Ilookedinthedirectionindicated,andasmyeyesrestedonhiscountenance,aworldofimagesthrongedmybrain;amultitudeofwell-knownfaces —Anne’s,andthedearchildren’s,andmyolddeadfather’s;allthescenesandassociationsofchildhoodandyouth;allthefriendsofotherandhappierdays,appearedanddisappeared,flittingandfloatinglikedissolvingshadowsbeforethevisionofmyimagination,untilatlasttheperfectmemoryofthemanrecurredtome,andthrowingupmyhandstowardsHeaven,Iexclaimed,inavoicelouderthanIcouldutterinalessexcitingmoment— 

           "HenryB.Northup!ThankGod—thankGod!" 

           InaninstantIcomprehendedthenatureofhisbusiness,andfeltthatthehourofmydeliverancewasathand. Istartedtowardshim,butthesheriffsteppedbeforeme. 

           "Stopamoment,"saidhe;"haveyouanyothernamethanPlatt?" 

           "SolomonNorthupismyname,master,"Ireplied. 

           "Haveyouafamily?"heinquired. 

           "Ihadawifeandthreechildren." 

           "Whatwereyourchildren’snames?" 

           "Elizabeth,MargaretandAlonzo." 

           "Andyourwife’snamebeforehermarriage?" 

           "AnneHampton." 

           "Whomarriedyou?" 

           "TimothyEddy,ofFortEdward." 

           "Wheredoesthatgentlemanlive?"againpointingtoNorthup,whoremainedstandinginthesameplacewhereIhadfirstrecognizedhim. 

           "HelivesinSandyHill,Washingtoncounty,New-York,"wasthereply. 

           Hewasproceedingtoaskfurtherquestions,butIpushedpasthim,unablelongertorestrainmyself. Iseizedmyoldacquaintancebybothhands. Icouldnotspeak. Icouldnotrefrainfromtears.