Rev. Calvin Fairbank During Slavery Times: How He "fought the Good Fight" to Prepare "the Way."

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R. R. McCabe, 1890 - Abolitionists - 207 pages
This riveting autobiography tells the tales of abolitionist Reverend Calvin Fairbank, who was imprisoned for 17 years for his anti-slavery activities.

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Page 9 - Where rights are infringed, where fundamental principles are overthrown, where the general system of the laws is departed from, the legislative intention must be expressed with irresistible clearness to induce a court of justice to suppose a design to effect such objects.
Page 131 - There is what I call the American idea. . . . This idea demands, as the proximate organization thereof, a democracy, that is, a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people...
Page 10 - I piloted them through the forests, mostly by night, girls, fair and white, dressed as ladies, men and boys as gentlemen, or servants, men in women's clothes, and women in men's clothes, boys dressed as girls, and girls as boys, on foot or on horseback, in buggies, carriages, common wagons, in and under loads of hay, straw, old furniture, boxes, and bags...
Page 7 - It happened that my family was assigned," he relates, "to the good, clean home of a pair of escaped slaves. One night after service I sat on the hearthstone before the fire, and listened to the woman's story of sorrow. . . . My heart wept, my anger was kindled, and antagonism to slavery was fixed upon me."?
Page 11 - These floggings were not with a rawhide or cowhide, but with a strap of leather attached to a handle of convenient size and length to inflict as much pain as possible, with as little real damage as possible to the working capacity.™ Fairbank was operating south of the Ohio in conjunction with Miss Delia A.
Page 29 - The Frenchman from New Orleans alone bid against me. I bid 1,450. My contestant stood silent. The hammer rose, trembled, lowered, rose, fell, and the fiend, flushed and quick as thought, dropped his hammer. '' Look here, gentlemen ! who is going to lose such a chance as this ? Here is a girl fit to be the mistress of a King !'' A suppressed cry of shame rose through that throng.
Page 30 - ... lifting her skirts, laid bare her beautiful, symmetrical body from her feet to her waist." "Ah, gentlemen," he exclaimed, slapping her naked thigh with a heavy hand, "who is going to be the winner of this prize?
Page 185 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth? — he died.
Page 44 - Man is always right and a Black Man has no rights which a white man is bound to respect.
Page 75 - But, on the open window's sill, O'er which the white blooms drifted, The pages of a good old Book The wind of summer lifted, And flower and vine, like angel wings Around the Holy Mother, Waved softly there, as if God's truth And Mercy kissed each other. And freely from the cherry-bough Above the casement swinging, With golden bosom to the sun, The oriole was singing. As bird and flower made plain of old The...

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