The Narrative of William W. Brown, a Fugitive Slave | Page 7

Lovejoy, I was often sent on errands to the office
of the "Missouri Republican," published by Mr. Edward Charles. Once,
while returning to the office with type, I was attacked by several large
boys, sons of slave-holders, who pelted me with snow-balls. Having the
heavy form of type in my hands, I could not make my escape by
running; so I laid down the type and gave them battle. They gathered

around me, pelting me with stones and sticks, until they overpowered
me, and would have captured me, if I had not resorted to my heels.
Upon my retreat, they took possession of the type; and what to do to
regain it I could not devise. Knowing Mr. Lovejoy to be a very humane
man, I went to the office, and laid the case before him. He told me to
remain in the office. He took one of the apprentices with him, and went
after the type, and soon returned with it; but on his return informed me
that Samuel McKinney had told him that he would whip me, because I
had hurt his boy. Soon after, McKinney was seen making his way to
the office by one of the printers, who informed me of the fact, and I
made my escape through the back door.
McKinney not being able to find me on his arrival, left the office in a
great rage, swearing that he would whip me to death. A few days after,
as I was walking along Main Street, he seized me by the collar, and
struck me over the head five or six times with a large cane, which
caused the blood to gush from my nose and ears in such a manner that
my clothes were completely saturated with blood. After beating me to
his satisfaction, he let me go, and I returned to the office so weak from
the loss of blood, that Mr. Lovejoy sent me home to my master. It was
five weeks before I was able to walk again. During this time, it was
necessary to have some one to supply my place at the office, and I lost
the situation.
After my recovery, I was hired to Capt. Otis Reynolds, as a waiter on
board the steamboat Enterprize, owned by Messrs. John and Edward
Walsh, commission merchants at St. Louis. This boat was then running
on the upper Mississippi. My employment on board was to wait on
gentlemen, and the captain being a good man, the situation was a
pleasant one to me;--but in passing from place to place, and seeing new
faces every day, and knowing that they could go where they pleased, I
soon became unhappy, and several times thought of leaving the boat at
some landing place, and trying to make my escape to Canada, which I
had heard much about as a place where the slave might live, be free,
and be protected.
But whenever such thoughts would come into my mind, my resolution

would soon be shaken by the remembrance that my dear mother was a
slave in St. Louis, and I could not bear the idea of leaving her in that
condition. She had often taken me upon her knee, and told me how she
had carried me upon her back to the field when I was an infant--how
often she had been whipped for leaving her work to nurse me--and how
happy I would appear when she would take me into her arms. When
these thoughts came over me, I would resolve never to leave the land of
slavery without my mother. I thought that to leave her in slavery, after
she had undergone and suffered so much for me, would be proving
recreant to the duty which I owed to her. Besides this, I had three
brothers and a sister there,--two of my brothers having died.
My mother, my brothers Joseph and Millford, and my sister Elizabeth,
belonged to Mr. Isaac Mansfield, formerly from one of the Free States,
(Massachusetts, I believe.) He was a tinner by trade, and carried on a
large manufacturing establishment. Of all my relatives, mother was
first, and sister next. One evening, while visiting them, I made some
allusion to a proposed journey to Canada, and sister took her seat by
my side, and taking my hand in hers, said, with tears in her eyes,--
"Brother, you are not going to leave mother and your dear sister here
without a friend, are you?"
I looked into her face, as the tears coursed swiftly down her cheeks, and
bursting into tears myself, said--
"No, I will never desert you and mother."
She clasped my hand in hers, and said--
"Brother, you have often declared that you would not end your days in
slavery. I see no possible way in which