CHAPTER III

ONE OF THEIR TRAITS

The writer has spoken of the courage of the Abolitionists. There is

another trait by which they were distinguished that, in his opinion,

should not be passed over. That was their extreme hopefulness--their

untiring confidence. No matter how adverse were the conditions, they

expected to win. They never counted the odds against them. They

trusted in the right which they were firmly persuaded would prevail

some time or another. For that time they were willing to wait,

meanwhile doing what they could to hasten its coming.

Benjamin Lundy, the little Quaker mechanic, who was undeniably the

Peter-the-Hermit of the Abolitionist movement, when setting out alone

and on foot, with his printing material on his back, to begin a

crusade against the strongest and most arrogant institution in the

country, remarked with admirable naïveté, "I do not know how soon I

shall succeed in my undertaking."

William Lloyd Garrison, when the pioneer Anti-Slavery Society was

organized by only twelve men, and they people of no worldly

consequence, the meeting for lack of a better place being held in a

colored schoolroom on "Nigger Hill" in Boston, declared that in due

time they would meet to urge their principles in Faneuil Hall--a most

audacious declaration, but he was right.

The writer, when a boy, was witness to an exhibition of the same

spirit. A kinsman of his was a zealous Abolitionist, although not

particularly gifted with controversial acumen. He and his minister, as

often happened, were discussing the slavery question. The minister,

like many of his cloth at that time, was a staunch supporter of "the

institution," which, according to his contention, firmly rested on

biblical authority.

"How do you expect to destroy slavery, as it exists in Kentucky, by

talking and voting abolition up here in Ohio?" asked the clergyman.

"We will crush it through Congress when we get control of the general

government," said my kinsman.

"But Congress and the general government have, under the Constitution,

absolutely no power over slavery in the States. It is a State

institution," replied the clergyman.

It is unnecessary to follow the discussion, but, one after another,

the quicker-witted and better-informed preacher successfully combated

all the propositions advanced by my relative in trying to give a

reason for the faith that was in him, until he was completely

cornered. "Well," said he at last, "the good Lord has not taken me

into His confidence, and I don't know what His plans for upsetting

slavery are, but He will be able to manage it somehow."

My kinsman lived long enough to see the day when there was not a

slave on American soil, and the minister lived long enough to become a

roaring Abolitionist.

It was doubtless their confidence in ultimate triumph, a result of

their absolute belief in the righteousness of their cause, that, as

much as anything else, armed and armored the Abolitionists against all

opposition. It was one main element of their strength in the midst of

their weakness. Without it they could not have persisted, as they did,

in their separate or "third party" political action, that cleared the

way and finally led up to a victorious organization. Year after year,

and for many years, they voted for candidates that had no chance of

election. Their first presidential ticket got only seven thousand

votes in the whole country. The great public, which could not see the

use of acting politically for principle alone, laughed at their

simplicity in "throwing away their votes." "Voting in the air" was the

way it was often spoken of, and those who were guilty of such

incomprehensible folly were characterized as "one idea people." They,

however, cared little for denunciation or ridicule, and kept on

regularly nominating their tickets, and as regularly giving them votes

that generally appeared in the election returns among the

"scattering." They were not abashed by the insignificance of their

party.

"They were men who dared to be

the right with two or three,"

according to the poet Lowell.

In the county in which I lived when a boy, there was one vote polled

for the first Abolitionist presidential ticket. The man who gave it

did not try to hide his responsibility--in fact, he seemed rather

proud of his aloneness--but he was mercilessly guyed on account of the

smallness of his party. His rejoinder was that he thought that he and

God, who was, he believed, with him, made a pretty good-sized and

respectable party.

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