Ineed to find all the metaphors in this paragraph, i think i got most of it. the * shows where i think the metaphors are.

i have been frequently asked how i felt when i found myself in a free state. i have never been able to answer the question with any satisfaction to myself. it was a moment of the highest excitement i ever experienced. i suppose i felt as one may imagine the *unarmed mariner to feel when he is rescued by a friendly man-of-war from the pursuit of a pirate*. in writing to a dear friend, immediately after my arrival at new york, i said i felt like *one who had escaped a den of hungry lions*. this state of mind, however, very soon subsided; and i was again seized with a feeling of great insecurity and loneliness. i was yet liable to be taken back, and subjected to all the tortures of slavery. this in itself was enough to damp the ardor of my enthusiasm. but the loneliness overcame me. there i was in the midst of thousands, and yet a perfect stranger; without home and without friends, in the midst of thousands of my own brethren—children of a common father, and yet i dared not to unfold to any one of them my sad condition. i was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby *falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers*, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, *as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey*.