This is one of the better stories I've found and thought there might be interest. From his point of view, it seems that Harmon Cook is mulatto. I think his mother might have been colored. Harmon Cook was the son of Robert & Diannah (Cox) Cook and a grandson of *John & Mary (Furnas) Cook. Darius Bowles Cook, (1856-1936) who wrote the book, was the son of William Henderson & Keziah (Bowles) Cook and a grandson of *Peter & Keziah (Henderson) Cook. *John Cook (1796-1864) and *Peter Cook (1805-1880) are sons of Joseph & Mary (Harbert) Cook. I found Redfield, Iowa on Google Earth and it still looks rural. Old man Murray's farm and John Cook's farm might still exist. One evening some months after I was returning from Adel on horseback and when opposite Mr. Murray's farm, east of Redfield, I saw old man Murray and a stranger back of the barn. I was motioned to come over, which I did, and was met by an old man rather stooped-shouldered and of stern aspect. Mr. Murray said, "Here is the youngster who came so near getting caught going to Des Moines." The stern man with his shaggy eyebrows almost in my face said, "Young man, when you are out on the Lord's business you must be more discreet. You must always listen backwards, as you are always followed. I am responsible for that track of the Underground Railroad, and I want my conductors to be more careful in the future, as things are coming to a head, and somebody is going to get hurt." I was dismissed with this admonition, "Young man, never do so rash a thing again as to talk and laugh out loud on the way!" A few months later, when Harper's Ferry was known to fame, I remembered John Brown as the old man at Murray's. When I enlisted in Company C, 46th Iowa Infantry and arrived at Tennessee, in 1864, I first saw a regiment of colored soldiers. They were in camp and the first opportunity, I was over to see how they looked as soldiers. When I had spoken, a strapping fellow in blue uniform came rushing up to me shouting, "I know you. You belong to Quaker Divide in Iowa. You drove me one night when we were trying to get into town and were followed by our masters, and you drove off into the woods and we got out and hid." It was Henry, who had been one of the party in that wild midnight ride. He never got to Canada, but stopped in Wisconsin, and when the war came on he enlisted. He was lieutenant of the colored regiment, and a trusted scout for the general of our division. "History of Quaker Divide" pages 204, 205; Darius B. Cook, Dexter, Iowa, 1914. (Internet) rlc