While researching the antislavery movement in
New Hampshire, I ran across Frederick Douglass’s account of his visit to
Pittsfield, N.H., in 1842. It is in The Life and Times of Frederick Douglass, the last of his three volumes of autobiography. He was about 24 years old in 1842, had escaped slavery in Maryland and was just beginning his career as a paid orator for the abolition cause.
In this post and the next, I turn the floor over to Douglass to tell the story of this trip to New Hampshire, one of several he would make:
In this post and the next, I turn the floor over to Douglass to tell the story of this trip to New Hampshire, one of several he would make:
Nathaniel Peabody Rogers, Concord's abolitionist editor. |
“There were no railroads in New Hampshire in those days, so
I reached Pittsfield by stage, glad to be permitted to ride upon the top
thereof, for no colored person could be allowed inside. This was many years before
the days of civil rights bills, black Congressmen, colored U.S. Marshals, and
such like.
“Arriving at Pittsfield, I was asked by the driver where I
would stop. I gave him the name of my subscriber to the Liberator. “That is two miles beyond,” he said. So after landing his
other passengers, he took me on to the house of Mr. Hilles.
“I confess I did not seem a very desirable visitor. The day
had been warm and the road dusty. I was covered with dust, and then I was not
of the color fashionable in that neighborhood, for colored people were very
scarce in that part of the old Granite State. I saw in an instant that, though
the weather was warm, I was to have a cool reception; but, cool or warm, there
was no alternative left me but to stay and take what I could get.
“Mr. Hilles scarcely spoke to me, and, from the moment he
saw me jump down from the top of the stage, carpet-bag in hand, his face wore a
troubled look. His good wife took the matter more philosophically, and evidently
thought my presence there for a day or two could do the family no especial harm;
but her manner was restrained, silent, and formal, wholly unlike that of
anti-slavery ladies I had met in Massachusetts and Rhode Island.
Frederick Douglass |
“Sunday morning came, and in due season the hour for meeting.
I had arranged a good supply of work for the day. I was to speak four times: at
ten o’clock a.m., at one p.m., at five, and again at half-past seven in the evening.
“When meeting-tome came, Mr. Hilles brought his fine phaeton
to the door, assisted his wife in, and, although there were two vacant seats in his carriage,
there was no room in it for me. On driving off from his door, he merely said,
addressing me, ‘You can find your way to the town hall, I suppose?’ ‘I suppose
I can,’ I replied, and started along behind the carriage on the dusty road
toward the village. I found the hall, and was very glad to see in my small
audience the face of good Mrs. Hilles. Her husband was not there, but he had
gone to his church. There was no one to introduce me, and I proceeded with my
discourse without introduction. I held my audience till twelve o’clock – noon –
and then took the usual recess of Sunday meetings in country towns, to allow
the people to take their lunch. No one invited me to lunch, so I remained in
the town hall till the audience assembled again, when I spoke till nearly three
o’clock, when the people again dispersed, and left me as before. By this time I
began to be hungry, and seeing a small hotel near, I went into it and offered
to buy a meal; but I was told ‘they did not entertain niggers there.’ I went
back to the old town hall hungry and cold, for an infant ‘New England
northeaster’ was beginning to chill the air, and a drizzling rain to fall. I
saw that my movements were being observed from the comfortable homes around,
with apparently something of the feeling that children might experience in
seeing a bear prowling about town. There was a graveyard near the town hall,
and, attracted thither, I felt some relief in contemplating the resting-places
of the dead, where there was an end to all distinctions between rich and poor,
white and colored, high and low.”
[To be continued in next post.]
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