The Abolitionist leaders upon the platform remained imperturbable.
I was not aware, writes Dr. Furness, of being under any apprehension of personal violence.
We were all like General Jackson's cotton-bales at New Orleans.
Our demeanor made it impossible for the rioters to use any physical force against us.
Rynders found himself in the midst of Francis and Edmund Jackson, of Wendell Phillips, of Edmund Quincy, of Charles F. Hovey, of William H. Furness, of Samuel May, Jr., of Sydney Howard Gay, of Isaac T. Hopper, of Henry C. Wright, of Abby Kelley Foster, of Frederick Douglass, of Mr. Garrison--against whom his menaces were specially directed.
Never was a human being more out of his element.
The following, according to the Herald, was what greeted Mr. Garrison's ear:
Captain Rynders (clenching his fist)--I will not allow you to assail the President of the United States.
You shan't do it (shaking his fist at Mr. Garrison).
Many voices — Turn him out, turn hi