THE WORLD'S FAIR IN LONDON.
MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE GREAT EXHIBITION.--DIFFICULTY WITH
THE AMERICAN SUPERINTENDENT.--HAPPY RELEASE.--THE GREAT
CROWD.--A CALL FROM THE QUEEN.--MEDAL AWARDED TO ME.
I have already mentioned that the first idea which suggested to me the
plan of going to England, was to exhibit, at the Great World's Fair,
in London, some of the best specimens of our black walnut lumber,
in the hope that it might lead to some sales in England. For this
purpose I selected some of the best boards out of the cargo which I
had brought to Boston, which Mr. Chickering was kind enough to have
properly packed in boxes, and sent to England in the American ship
which carried the American products for exhibition. The boards which I
selected were four in number, excellent specimens, about seven feet
in length and four feet in width, of beautiful grain and texture. On
their arrival in England, I had them planed and perfectly polished, in
French style, so that they actually shone like a mirror.
The history of my connection with the World's Fair is a little
amusing. Because my boards happened to be carried over in the American
ship, the superintendent of the American Department, who was from
Boston, (I think his name was Riddle), insisted that my lumber should
be exhibited in the American department. To this I objected. I was
a citizen of Canada, and my boards were from Canada, and there was
an apartment of the building appropriated to Canadian products. I
therefore insisted that my boards should be removed from the American
Department, to the Canadian. But, said the American, "You cannot
do it. All these things are under my control. You can exhibit what
belongs to you if you please, but not a single thing here must be
moved an inch without my consent."
This was rather a damper to me. I thought his position was rather
absurd, but how to move him or my boards seemed just then beyond my
control.
A happy thought, however, occurred to me. Thought I, if this Yankee
wants to retain my furniture, the world shall know who it belongs to.
I accordingly hired a painter to paint in good large white letters
on the tops of my boards: "THIS IS THE PRODUCT OF THE INDUSTRY
OF A FUGITIVE SLAVE FROM THE UNITED STATES, WHOSE RESIDENCE IS DAWN,
CANADA." This was done early in the morning. In due time the
American superintendent came around, and found me at my post. The gaze
of astonishment with which he read my inscription, was laughable to
witness. His face was black as a thunder-cloud. "Look here, Sir," said
he; "What, under heaven, have you got up there?"--"O, that is only a
little information to let the people know who I am."--"But don't you
know better than that. Do you suppose I am going to have that insult
up there?" The English gentlemen began to gather around, chuckling
with half-suppressed delight, to see the wrath of the Yankee. This
only added fuel to the fire. "Well, Sir," said he, "do you suppose I
am going to bring that stuff across the Atlantic for nothing?"--"I
have never asked you to bring it for nothing. I am ready to pay you,
and have been from the beginning."--"Well, Sir, you may take it away,
and carry it where you please."--"O," said I, "I think, as you wanted
it very much, I will not disturb it. You can have it now."--"No, Sir;
take it away!"--"I beg your pardon, Sir," said I, "when I wanted
to remove it you would not allow it, and now, for all me, it shall
remain." In the meantime the crowd enjoyed it and so did I. The result
was, that by the next day the boards were removed to their proper
place at no expense to me, and no bill was ever presented against me
for carrying the lumber across the Atlantic.
I may be permitted to say that in that immense exhibition, my humble
contribution received its due share of attention. Many conversations
did I have with individuals of that almost innumerable multitude from
every nation under heaven. Perhaps my complexion attracted attention,
but nearly all who passed, paused to look at me, and at themselves as
reflected in my large black walnut mirrors.
Among others the Queen of England, Victoria, preceded by her guide,
and attended by her cortége, paused to view me and my property. I
uncovered my head and saluted her as respectfully as I could, and she
was pleased with perfect grace to return my salutation. "Is he indeed
a fugitive slave?" I heard her inquire; and the answer was, "He is
indeed, and that is his work."
But notwithstanding such pleasant occurrences, the time wore heavily
away. The immense crowd, kept in as perfect order as a single family,
became wearisome to me, and I was not sorry, as related in a preceding
chapter, to return to Canada, leaving my boards on exhibition.
On going again to England the exhibition was still in progress. There
seemed no diminution of the crowd. Like the waters of the great
Mississippi, the channel was still full, though the individuals were
changed.
But among all the exhibitors from every nation in Europe, and from
Asia, and America, and the Isles of the Sea, there was not a single
black man but myself. There were negroes there from Africa, brought to
be exhibited, but no exhibitors but myself. Though my condition was
wonderfully changed from what it was in my childhood and youth, yet it
was a little saddening to reflect that my people were not more largely
represented there. The time will yet come, I trust, when such a state
of things will no longer exist.
At the close of the exhibition, on my return to Canada, I received
from England a large quarto bound volume containing a full description
of all the objects presented at the exhibition, the names of officers
of all the committees, juries, exhibitors, prizes, etc., etc. Among
others I found my own name recorded; and there were in addition
awarded to me a bronze medal, a beautiful picture of the Queen and
royal family, of the size of life, and several other objects of
interest.
These things I greatly prize. After having fully succeeded
in my mission to England, having released myself from the
voluntarily-assumed debt in behalf of the manual-labor school, and
having received these testimonials of honor, I returned home to
Canada, contented and happy. While in England I was permitted to enjoy
some excellent opportunities to witness its best society, which I
propose to relate in the following chapter.