1865
Moser Blakey, the man for whom Henry Muldon substituted, took the train from New York City at Chambers through Portland to Montreal and bought a ticket directly on the Grand Trunk Railway to Toronto, where he arrived at the squalid station as the sun was rising. This I pieced together much later from hearsay and anecdote. I was half raving, a sad case, and whatever instability I now bring to this narrative must therefore be forgiven. This is what I heard and cobbled together and invented. Is this not the essence of history? Gossip and fact and the imagination of the author intermingled.
The night of travel had exhausted him, and so he took a red-and-yellow taxi, delighted to discover that the driver, a runaway slave ironically surnamed Freeman, owned a fleet of these vehicles and wa
