Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-03-10
A TRUE INCIDENT,

About three months ago there arrived in our
neighborhood a colored woman named Dorothy.
with Eve little children, the eldest q boy of excel
lent intellect, about nine years of age, and tho
youngest girl Of seven months. She was one Of
tie many who have passed through this settlements
on their way to a land of liberty. On hearing OF
her, my curiosity led me to go and see her, and
learn something of her history. She was o noble
woman. She told me she had resolved on coming
away with Captain Brown when be came through
Kansas with the eleven slaves 90 often spoken
of; but a few days previous to his starting, her
son above described had been whipped nearly to
death by her master, which he perpetrated right
before her eyes, while she was ~chopping wood at
the w~oodpile. He was so emaciated by his boat
ing, that he was not able to come at that time
She said, Il was resolved that my children should
be free If they died on the road" She also said.
Il was taken out of Missouri from my husband
and i've children, to Kansas by a wicked master
who was determined to do bis part towards ma
king that a slave State, by taking his wife's slaves
there" She was asked il he had any more slavesf
She said mo, I brought them all away. " 'Sbe al
SO told me that her two youngest children
were the daughters of that despotic master, and
shat she carried marks Of the lash she had received
for not submitting quietly to the worst indignities
that a female slave can be subjected to. Il have
since heard that his wife had left him and gone
to her %fathers) Having come to the determination
to leave tina, wretcbed home she went into her mas.
ter's room at night, quietly taking up her little
daughter, who was asleep, and putting her aud
all the other children into the wagon Of friend
who had come for that purpose, she wended her
way towards a land Of liberty, and my youngest
son j. l.. CoppOck, with another young man took
them still further towards the promised land.
SPRINGFIELD, Iowa, Second mo 18th, 1860.
A. L. Rally.
Beneath a tyrant's harsh command,
He felt the unrelenting stroke;
His noble mother pledged her hand
To break the agonizing yoke,
To seek for Queen Victoria's plains
And leave the accursed land Of chains.
From dark Missouri's troubled shores
That tyrant master sought the spoil,
Through Kansas wilds he did explore .
And settle on her virgin soil,
And did with horrid oaths declare
That slavery should be planted there.
Alas that disappointed man
Was blasted by Almighty power;
His slaves has thwarted oil bis plans,
His wife has sought her fathers door,
And he like natures outcas. child
Speeds lonely on the western wild.
Now Dorothy, in ample thought,
Is soaring with expansive flight,
"My children shall in school be taught
And rise in intellectual light;
BY powerful effort l will prove,
The aspirings Of q mothers love-"
But now the clouds o'ercast the sky
OF this heroic woman's mind,
When told that Brown was doomed to die
And in a southern jail confined,
Upon V~irginia's distant plains
Where COINCIDENCE bBunts, and terror reigns.
When pacing up and down the room,
She said, Il hope they will not die;
hope your Edwin will come home,
And will not long in prison lie.
Twas for my race poor Brown was taken:-
hope he'll never be forsaken'"
Alas! this woman joins the throng a7raa
0fnumerous mournOrs round the land;
The funeral pail. the requiem cong,
The nodding plume, the sable band. -sa
Hear great Columbia's voice complaint
My sons are sold, my heroes slain, 'gs,.,
Though grim Oppression laugbG with scorp,
And Liberty unhnllowed dies;
Though heroes blush, and angels mourn,
And martyrs sacrifice their lives,
Yet when they leave virgiuia's plains
They shake the cursed lard Of chains.
A. l., r. p