Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-12-01

threats into execution, when the eldest, o man o.
fifty, cried out, Hold on, boys let's talk with
him a spell first" Accos,ing me with the mum
berless oa:hs with which the Alabamians seem
wont to garnish their elegant speech, but which
do not care to repeat, be asked, "What sent you
down South to murder us Ollt" l told him
came By invitation Of q stakeholder, and if they
weuld go with me | would prove my innocence Of
any design againat their slaves This was recei
we'd with joers.
Finally they said, "If you will confess the truth
that you came to stir up the slaves, and who sent
you, we will lot you go scot-free; if not we will
kill you" told them they could kill me if they
pleased, but l should not periure myself. As
remained calm, and evinced no fears of death, the
Williams supposed that was armed, and comman
ded mo to give up my pistols. When told them
had no weapon Ot defense, they seized me and
threw me into pond of water by the roadside
The pond was one Of those so common in the
South-a mere bog-hole, abounding with yeno.
nous reptiles l sank kuee-deop in the mud a,
the bottom. The chief Iuffan cut large pole.
with which he threatened to split my skull unless
attempted to wade across, well knowing that /
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refused to move, however, and at length my val
liant assailauts turned to leave me, calling out to
me to go home and tell my Northern friends that
they would hang any one who came down there.
Tue rufiians were Charles England, his eldest son,
and Thomas H. Morrow, son of the Postmaster at
Somerville.
After time, succeeded God only knows how,
in reaching the house Of Mr., Giers. lie was him
self absen', bat the Christian kindness manifested
toward INC by his family, at moment when l 20
much needed it, will never bo forgotten by me-
As my assailauts had threatened to burn down
Mr.. Gier's house, if he sheltered me- word was
sent to several planters in the neighborhood, who
came armed with guns | slept that night, for the
frs, time with loaded revolver under my pillow
which weapon was given me by noble hearted
youth, himself the son Of an extensive slave own.
or, with the advice to shoot the first man who
should offer to molest. Several men expressed
their regret that l should leave Alabama with sc
uufavorablo an impression of their State, bu
could not advise me under the circumstances t
remain! | lett at once, and arrived in Boston
Friday October l2;h, about the time that the dis
tuguishA Yaneey was instrucsing the Bostonian
as 10 ss~ pNlitical duties and depicting in glow
ing color the beauties of that peculiar institu
ton," the debAsing and brutalizng effect Of which
bad just jeen compelled SO painfully to expert
ence in the orators own State
Such is my story. All of The statements hereir
made hold myself in readiness to subsantiaie
In all essential particulars my tale is confirmed By
an article copied into the Charleston Courier from
the Somorvile Democrat which gives detailed
account of the occurrence To this article | beg
leave to refer those who may be disposed to quea
ton the truth Of my narrative.
WILLIAM j. BREWSTER.
BosEON, OcT II, 1860.