Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-01-02

been the most dense and beautiful, the sun
looked through the naked branches smiling a
farewell to the bright leaves which covered
the ground. The providont grey squirrel
frisked about the entrance to his well filled
store house. The tiny cricket piped its shrlll
note in farewell to softer sounds-tho babbllng
brook, choaked with the falling leaves, lentlts
hoarse voice TO swell the chorus Of summers
rcquium.
We started for homo earlier than usual
But when WI reached the open country, the
darkened West admonished us of an autum-
nal storm. We reached home in safety, but
ere night set in the wind rose in ftlul gusts
laden with heavy drops of rain, which soon
increased to a steady, drenching, freezing
storm.
After tea grandmother complained of indis-
| position and retired. The servant retired
early, leaving me reading in the parlor. As
the old fashioned clock strucG ten, | laid down
the book which had beguiled tho evening,
and recollected for the first time that | was
alone, being the only one awake in the house.
The storm was still raging without. The
moaning Of the wind, and rafting Of the fro
zen rain against the closed shutters, were ter
rife. | felt glad the evening was spent
But instead OF going immediately tony room,
| drew close to the waning fire, and listened
until | was almost afraid to stir. At length
a noise startled me; could it be a rap at the
street door. Impossible, thought !, at this
hour and in such.a storm; and then if any ono
was there, they would surely ring, and the
boy solomon sleeps over the kitchen, and
would answer. Tho rap came again, and
with an emphasis not to be mistaken. The
thought Of a fellow creature standing out in
the storm made me ashamed of my timiditv.
| hastily unlocked and opened the door, when
to my surprise a female form presented itself.
| was alarmed, thinking some sad accident
had happened in the neighborhood, and that
the person before me was the bearer Of the
evil tidings. My ~untimely %vislter soon right
ed me on that pOintby the inquiry, Does Mrs.
Campbell live herel As | answered in the
Affirmative, the stranger stepped in and assis-
ted me TO close the door against the wind
This done, we bestowed upon each other one
scrutinizing glance, which served to conyiuce
her tiiatl was not Mrs. Campbell; and me that
she was some desperate character, fer who
else, thought |, would be abroad under such
circumstances ! She was about the medium
slze-clad in a calico dress and large straw
bonnet, which with her position to the light.
entirely concealed her face from my view
She asked to see Mrs. Campbell. ldecIin-
ed, pleading her indisposition. lasked ifshe
knew Mrs, c.. | never saw her said she, but
would be very glad to speak with her one
moment. | replied that it was impossible.-
Finding l would not yield the point, she
handed mo a damp crunpled slip Of paper,
saying, "Please give her that" | held itin
the light of the hall lamp and read, BE not
iorgctiui to entertain strangers" How queer
the woman must be derlnged, thought L.
My feelings towards her instantly changed
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ateiy to grandmother, and told her about my
guest below. While she read the note /
watched her face attcntively. She seemed
to learn more from it than / had done. lay
ing it down, she said with some emotion,
"Now, my child, thee has an opportunity of
doing good. The people are in bed-go
yourself to the kitchen-stir up the fre-give
her something warm to eat-dry apparel, and
a warm bed
On descending to the hall | found my poor
guest weeping bitterly. | took her to the
kitchen, which was still warm, and was soon
made cheerful by a bright fire. Kitty, (that
was the strangers nancy removed her bon
net, and | discovered that she was fine look
ing girl, II or Is years of age. did all that
even grandmother could wish to make her COM
Portable.
On coming down stairs the next morninr,
l went into The enclosure in front ofthe house,
to see how the shrubbery looked after such a
buileting from the clements. Every thing
was PROSTATE. As | was trying to help IN a
pet honeysuckle which had been torn down.
d horseman galloped up to the gate, and rath-
or gruitiy called out to me, "Did a colored
girl stop here last night" ''No sir" said |
lie gazed in my face until he was satisfied
that | told the truth, then rode on. Vexod
at his lmpudence, | turned and went into the
house. grandmother met me at the door,
with alarm depicted upon every feature of
her usually placid face. Dear Clara, said
the person enquired for is the one who
here last night. She is a fugitive slave
Well, said !, il | have deceived the man. my
Ignorance must eXculpato me, as | never heard
OF a colored white person before. True, said
grandmother, no one ignorant OF the fact that
a few drops of the blood of the dcspised. pro-
scrlbed African c0urScd through her veins.
would ever suspect it from her complexion.
But what if she were black! Isa skin ofth7t
color a tdilsman to ward of, or neutralize
the sorrows Of oppression! But ifcolor make
no difference In the capacity for suffering, it
should make none in our sympathies. That
beneyolcnce which is too narrow 10 embrace
The whole human tamily,is but another name
for selh5hness. But come, let's ro nm In
room; she must have heard the inqui-
which was made tor her." As we opened
lle door, the poor girl stood in the centre of
the room, pale, and trembling like an aspen,
before we could tell her that the man maui,
ring for her had gone, she uttered 4 wild crv
md throwing herself at cur feet, begged
prayed for protection. 1t was then, and there
! became an abo!itionist. ASH gazed un-
N that kneelinC, weeping girl, and listened
Q her piteous supplications-her wild elo-
Inencs-l learned lar the slaves love their
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