He went to Mexico
to select a location for a projected colony of colored people.
He traveled almost altogether afoot, observing the strictest economy and supporting himself by occasional jobs of saddlery and harness mending.
In his journal he tells us that he often slept in the open air, the country traversed being mostly new and unsettled.
He was in constant danger from panthers, alligators, and rattlesnakes, while he was cruelly beset by gnats and mosquitoes.
His clothes in the morning, he tells us, would be as wet from heavy dews as if he had fallen into the river.
was not a great man, but his heart was beyond measurement.
The torch that he carried in the midst of the all but universal darkness of that period emitted but a feeble ray, but he kept it burning, and it possessed the almost invaluable property of being able to transmit its flame to other torches.
It kindled the brand that was wielded by William Lloyd Garrison
, and which possessed a wonderful power of illumination.
was beyond all question a remarkable man. In the qualities that endow a successful leader in a desperate cause he has never been surpassed.
He had an iron will that was directed by an inflexible conscience.
“To him,” says James Freeman Clarke
, “right was right, and wrong was wrong, and he saw no half lights or half shadows between them.”
He was a natural orator.
I never heard him talk, either on or off the platform, but I have heard those who had listened to him, speak of the singular gift he possessed in stating or combating a proposition.
One person who had heard him,