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Louisiana (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
lave children to fight for, all within thirty miles of that town. To appreciate the character of the family, it is necessary to know these things; to understand that they have all been trained from childhood on this one principle, and for this one special project; taught to believe in it as they believed in their God or their father. It has given them a wider perspective than the Adirondacks. Five years before, when they first went to Kansas, the father and sons had a plan of going to Louisiana, trying this same project, and then retreating into Texas with the liberated slaves. Nurtured on it so long, for years sacrificing to it all the other objects of life, the thought of its failure never crossed their minds; and it is an extraordinary fact that when the disastrous news first came to North Elba, the family utterly refused to believe it, and were saved from suffering by that incredulity till the arrival of the next weekly mail. A pause at the threshold. I had left the w
Keeseville (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
s Wentworth Higginson. No woman can read it without being deeply moved; and if there be a man who can do so--God pity him. The route to North Elba. The traveller into the enchanted land of the Adirondack has his choice of two routes from Keeseville to the Lower Saranac Lake, where his out-door life is to begin. The one least frequented and most difficult should be selected, for it has the grandest mountain pass that the Northern States can show. After driving twenty-two miles of mountain road from Keeseville, past wild summits bristling with stumps, and through villages where every other man is black from the iron foundery, and every alternate one black from the charcoal pit, your pathway makes a turn at the little hamlet of Wilmington, and you soon find yourself facing a wall of mountain, with only glimpses of one wild gap through which you must penetrate. In two miles more you have passed the last house this side the Notch, and you then drive on over a rugged way, constantl
Vermont (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
passed the last house this side the Notch, and you then drive on over a rugged way, constantly ascending, with no companion but the stream which ripples and roars below. Soon the last charcoal clearing is past, and thick woods of cedar and birch close around you-the high mountain on your right comes nearer and nearer, and close beside, upon your left, are glimpses of a wall, black and bare as iron, rising sheer for four hundred feet above your head. Coming from the soft marble country of Vermont, and from the pale granite of Massachusetts, there seems something weird and forbidding in this utter blackness. On your left the giant wall now appears nearer — now retreats again; on your right foams the merry stream, breaking into graceful cascades — and across it the great mountain White—face, seamed with slides. Now the woods upon your left are displaced by the iron wall, almost touching the road-side; against its steep abruptness scarcely a shrub can cling, scarcely a fern flutter; <
Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
th joyfully on their father's call to keep their last pledge at Harper's Ferry, they issued from that doorway between their weeping wives on tsame purpose, nay, the selfsame project that sent John Brown to Harper's Ferry, sent him to the Adirondack. Twenty years ago, John Brown ma, by some valuable aid from freed slaves and fugitive slaves at Harper's Ferry; especially from Dangerfield Newby, who, poor fellow! had a sl married, and living in Ohio; Owen, unmarried, who escaped from Harper's Ferry, and Ruth, the wife of Henry Thompson, who lives on an adjoinin of Henry Thompson, and of the two Thompsons who were killed at Harper's Ferry; they also lived in the same vicinity, and one of them also hasown, the youngest son, only twenty, wrote back to his wife from Harper's Ferry in a sort of premonition of what was coming, , If I can do a sisome one said, This is Oliver, one of those who were killed at Harper's Ferry. I glanced up sidelong at the young, fair-haired girl, who sat
Westport, Essex County, New York (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
; you ride a mile or two, then take down a pair of bars; beyond the bars, faith takes you across a half-cleared field, through the most difficult of wood-paths, and after half a mile of forest you come out upon a clearing. There is a little frame house, unpainted, set in a girdle of black stumps, and with all heaven about it for a wider girdle; on a high hill-side, forests on north and west,--the glorious line of the Adirondacks on the east, and on the south one slender road leading off to Westport, a road so straight that you could sight a United States marshal for five miles. There stands the little house, with no ornament nor relief about it — it needs none with the setting of mountain horizon. Yes, there is one decoration which at once takes the eye, and which, stern and misplaced as it would seem elsewhere, seems appropriate here. It is a strange thing to see any thing so old, where all the works of man are new! but it is an old, mossy, time worn tombstone--not marking any
Devonshire (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 10
rom it a wiser and a better man. From the family we learn that: 1851 John Brown and his family returned to Akron, Ohio, where he managed Mr. Perkins's farm, and carried on the wool business. In 1855, on starting for Kansas, he again moved his household to North Elba, where they still reside, and where his body lies buried. At the Agricultural Fair of Essex County, for 1850, a great sensation was created by the unlooked — for appearance on the grounds of a beautiful herd of Devon cattle. They were the first that had been exhibited at the county festival, and every one was surprised and delighted at the incident. The inquiry was universal, Whose are these cattle, and from whence do they come? The surprise and excitement were not diminished when it was understood that a certain John Brown was the owner, and that he resided in the town of North Elba. The report of the society for that year contains the following reference to that event: The appearance upon the groun
Connecticut (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
ble, not only for the force and precision of the language, for a business letter, and for the distinctness of its statements, but equally for its sound sense and honesty of representation. I think I am not wrong in the impression that an extract will interest your readers, as illustrating the former habits and pursuits of a man who has impressed an ill-omened episode upon our national history. Your favor of the 30th of September came on seasonably; but it was during my absence in Ohio, so that I could not reply sooner. In the first place, none of my cattle are pure Devons, but are a mixture of that and a particular favorite stock from Connecticut, a cross of which I much prefer to any pure English cattle after many years' experience of different breeds of imported cattle. I was several months in England last season, and saw no one stock on any farm that would average better than my own, and would like to have you see them all together. Correspondence of the New York Observer.
Ilva (Italy) (search for this): chapter 10
Chapter 5: North Elba. John Brown and his family removed to North Elba, in Essex County, New YNorth Elba, in Essex County, New York, in 1849. It was about this time that Mr. Gerritt Smith, the eminent philanthropist, offered towho can do so--God pity him. The route to North Elba. The traveller into the enchanted land ofaments. The Notch seems beyond the world, North Elba and its half dozen houses are beyond the Not that when the disastrous news first came to North Elba, the family utterly refused to believe it, a All these young men went deliberately from North Elba for no other purpose than to join in this enmplicity) have been worthy the pilgrimage to North Elba to see. This Bible, presented to my plications left out. Since they had lived in North Elba, his wife said but twice had the slave been scription again,) but not so much to live at North Elba; and therefore the women must stint themselv for Kansas, he again moved his household to North Elba, where they still reside, and where his body[5 more...]
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
dially approved it. Mrs. Brown had been always the sharer of his plans. Her husband always believed, she said, that he was to be an. instrument in the hands of Providence, and she believed it too. This plan had occupied his thoughts and prayers for twenty years. Many a night he had lain awake, and prayed concerning it. Even now, she did not doubt, he felt satisfied, because he thought it would be overruled by Providence for the best. For herself, she said, she had always prayed that her husband might be killed in fight rather than fall alive into the hands of slaveholders; but she could not regret it now, in view of the noble words of freedom whicf them all to me, next day, when she said, I have had thirteen children, and only four are left; but if I am to see the ruin of my house, I cannot but hope that Providence may bring out of it some benefit to the poor slaves. No; this family work for a higher price than fame. You know it is said that in all Wellington's despatc
Akron (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 10
get, and said briefly, I sometimes think that is what we came into the world for — to make sacrifices. And I know that the murmuring echo of those words went with me all that day, as we came down from the mountains, and out through the iron gorge; and it seemed to me that any one must be very unworthy the society which I had been permitted to enter who did not come forth from it a wiser and a better man. From the family we learn that: 1851 John Brown and his family returned to Akron, Ohio, where he managed Mr. Perkins's farm, and carried on the wool business. In 1855, on starting for Kansas, he again moved his household to North Elba, where they still reside, and where his body lies buried. At the Agricultural Fair of Essex County, for 1850, a great sensation was created by the unlooked — for appearance on the grounds of a beautiful herd of Devon cattle. They were the first that had been exhibited at the county festival, and every one was surprised and delighted
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