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Excerpt: ... tribute of our sable friend, and her last token of love and gratitude to her kind benefactor. I think he would have said, This woman hath done more than ye all. While prepari… More...

Excerpt: ... tribute of our sable friend, and her last token of love and gratitude to her kind benefactor. I think he would have said, This woman hath done more than ye all. While preparing this second edition of Harriet''s story, I have been much pleased to find that that good man, Oliver Johnson, is still living and in New York City. And I have just returned from a very pleasant interview with him. He remembers Harriet with great pleasure, though he has not seen her for many years. He speaks, as all who knew her do, of his entire confidence in her truthfulness and in the perfect integrity of her character. He remembered her coming into his office with Joe, as I have stated it, and said he wished he could recall to me other incidents connected with her. But during those years, there were such numbers of fugitive slaves coming into the Anti-Slavery Office, that he might not tell the incidents of any one group correctly. No records were kept, as that would be so unsafe for the poor creatures, and those who aided them. He said, You know Harriet never spoke of anything she had done, as if it was at all remarkable, or as if it deserved any commendation, but I remember one day, when she came into the office there was a Boston lady there, a warm-hearted, impulsive woman, who was engaged heart and hand in the Anti-Slavery cause. Harriet was telling, in her simple way, the story of her last journey. A party of fugitives were to meet her in a wood, that she might conduct them North. For some unexplained reason they did not come. Night came on and with it a blinding snow storm and a raging wind. She protected herself behind a tree as well as she could, and remained all night alone exposed to the fury of the storm. ''Why, Harriet!'' said this lady, ''didn''t you almost feel when you were lying alone, as if there was no God?'' ''Oh, no! missus,'' said Harriet, looking up in her child-like, simple way, ''I jest asked Jesus to take keer of me, an'' He never let me git... Sarah H. Bradford, Books, Biography and Memoir, Harriet, The Moses Of Her People Books>Biography and Memoir, General Books LLC<

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