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John F. Hume, The abolitionists together with personal memories of the struggle for human rights, Chapter 6: Anti-slavery pioneers (search)
om the United States mails in all the slave States, illegal as such a proceeding was. There was, however, opposition nearer home. The Liberator establishment was wrecked by a mob, and Garrison, after having been stripped of nearly all his clothing, was dragged, bareheaded, by a rope round his body through the streets of Boston until, to save his life, the authorities thrust him into jail. No man in this country was so cordially hated by the slaveholders as Garrison. Of the big men up North--the leaders of politics and society-they had no apprehension. They knew how to manage them. It was the little fellows like the editor of the Liberator that gave them trouble. These men had no money, but they could not be bought. They had no fear of mobs. They cared nothing for the scoldings of the church and the press. An adverse public sentiment never disturbed their equanimity or caused them to turn a hair's breadth in their course. It is true that Lundy and Garrison had very lit
John F. Hume, The abolitionists together with personal memories of the struggle for human rights, Chapter 14: mobs (search)
h the astonished crowd. They did not feel like attacking a woman. There was nothing unusual, except the part performed by the young lady, in the affair described in the foregoing narrative. Mobs were of constant occurrence in the period of which we are speaking. It was not in the slave States that they were most frequent. Northern communities that were regarded as absolutely peaceable and perfectly moral thought nothing of an anti-Abolitionist riot now and then. They occurred away up North and away down East. Even sleepy old Nantucket, in its sedentary repose by the sea, woke up long enough to mob a couple of Abolition lecturers, a man and a woman. The community in which the writer resided when a boy, was fully up to the pacific standard of most Northern neighborhoods. Yet it was the scene of many turmoils growing out of Anti-Slavery meetings. The district schoolhouse, which was the only public building in the village that was open for such gatherings, called for frequen