The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1845-01-30
J.F. MCCLELLAN, Printer.

our posterty'-it was in that anamnlous
instrument that the slave hunter and his
hounds might seize upon his trembling
victim on the hottest spot of land OF tho
free. 1t was II bright night. The heav-
ems were full of eyes LOOKING down upon
The earlh; and we wished that they were
closed for an hour that the clouds would
come over the moon; for the man hunters
had come. They had tracked The young
fugitive, and were lying IN wait to seize
him, even on the hearth of freeman.-
We shall never forget that hour. We
had suIred the young slave in a female
garb, and put his hand within the arm of
one OF our lumber. A passing cloud OBJ.
scureI the moon, and The two issued inlo
The street. Softly aud silently We follow.
ed them at al distance, aud our hearts
were heavy within us, that Massachus
selts had no law that could extend prolec.
tIon 20 that young human beng, or per.
nit him 10 be protected without law. It
was strange feeling 10 walk the streets
OF Worcester as if threading on the enc.
mics ground; 10 avoid The bous' and fa~
ces Of cur nelg hbors and friends, as if
they were all shareholders and in pursuit
of the fugitive; as # herein the hear Of the
Old Bay State. there was somelhiug ftIo.
NOUS IN the deed Of mercy that would OBJ
Iiterate the track Of the innocent image of
God fvIng for lie and liberty before his
relentless pursuere. We passed close by
the old Buryine Ground, where slumbef>
ed many hero of 'Seventy-Six'. There
within stones throw, was the grave Of
Captain Peer Slater. one of the Indians
who threw the axed lea ihto Boston har-
Dor. 1t was moment Of humiliation and
indignant greet, when passing by his mons
umenI, we compared the taxes on tea and
sugar of his day with that despoic land
tax, that slave breeding incumbfance, that
ShyIock mortgage which the founders of
our constitution imposed upon every square
inch OF New England, in The terms ofrhe
bond
We have now neither time nor space 10
tell the story OF that young fugitive. We
wish he might tell it himself upon every
hearth stone in New England. We wish
no human heart a needless unpleasant
emotion; bu we would tina, every child ia
this 'Iand OF the free might see slave,-
being that o~ns a God, yet owned, and
bound and beat, and sold by man. We
would have the rising generation well in.
struc,ed in the terms Of the bond and a
few personal lluSralions of the condition
which ii secures might be of service in
defining their path Of duty. They will
soon enter upon this goody heritage; and
shall we give It over into their hands en-
numbered with this inquItous enstaIment
10 favor of slavery No! i there be wealth
enough in all Ne" Eng lands jewels-in
the cabinet Of her great deeds Of virtue
and patrioism--le US lih Ibis bloody
from one square acre of her soil.
wherein the hunt d Save may say,'Ithank
my God that Itoo am at last a man."
When, trembling and painting, he struck
his foot on that consecrated ST oil, the chase
should cease, though his master and his
dogs are at his heels. That English
acre III New England should be another
Canada tor the fugitive bondman. He
should carry handful OF lis soil in his
bosom as certificate honored Throughout
The world that he was FREE.