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James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Book 1: he keepeth the sheep. (search)
fied-and in a way, and by the pen, of all others the best fitted to do justice to it. Gladly I here step aside for the old hero; to permit him, in his own inimitable style, to narrate the history of his infancy, and early manhood. All that it becomes me to write, by way of preface, is a brief statement of the story of this autobiography. When John Brown was in Boston, in the winter of 1857, among other noble friends of freedom here, he made the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Stearns, of Medford; who, recognizing him at once as an historic character,--although clad in a plain suit of clothes only, and with a leathern strap for a neck-tie,--received him at their hospitable home with all the honor justly due to a hero and a saint. Their children soon learned to love the old warrior; for, like all godlike men, he loved little children; and, like all young souls, they instinctively recognized the true hero. One of them asked him many questions about his childhood, and he recounted,
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 2: the father of the man. (search)
fied-and in a way, and by the pen, of all others the best fitted to do justice to it. Gladly I here step aside for the old hero; to permit him, in his own inimitable style, to narrate the history of his infancy, and early manhood. All that it becomes me to write, by way of preface, is a brief statement of the story of this autobiography. When John Brown was in Boston, in the winter of 1857, among other noble friends of freedom here, he made the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Stearns, of Medford; who, recognizing him at once as an historic character,--although clad in a plain suit of clothes only, and with a leathern strap for a neck-tie,--received him at their hospitable home with all the honor justly due to a hero and a saint. Their children soon learned to love the old warrior; for, like all godlike men, he loved little children; and, like all young souls, they instinctively recognized the true hero. One of them asked him many questions about his childhood, and he recounted,