Still, William, Underground Rail Road:
A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, Etc.

Porter & Coales, Publishers, Philadelphia, PA, 1872
Call Number: 1400, MSA L1117

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Still, William, Underground Rail Road:
A Record of Facts, Authentic Narratives, Letters, Etc.

Porter & Coales, Publishers, Philadelphia, PA, 1872
Call Number: 1400, MSA L1117

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FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER, 769 change 1 I have lectured several nights this week, and the weather is quite warm; but I do like South Carolina. No state in the Union as far as colored people are concerned, do I like better—the land of warm welcomes and friendly hearts. God bleas her and give her great peace!" At a later period she visited Charleston and Columbia, and was well received in both places. She spoke a number of times in the different Freed-men schools and the colored churches in Charleston, onoe in the Legislative Hall, and also in one of the colored churches in Columbia. She received special encouragement and kindness from Hon. H. Cadoza, Secretary of State, and his family, and regarded him as a wise aud upright leader of his race in that state. The following are some stirring lines which she wrote upon the Fifteenth Amendment: FIFTEENTH AMENDMENT, Beneath the burden of our joy Tremble, 0 wires, from East to West! Fashion with words your tongues of fire, To tell the nation's high behest. Outstrip the winds, and leave behind The murmur of the restless wares; Nor tarry with your glorious news, Amid the ocean's coral caves. Ring out t ring oat I your sweetest chime*, Te bells, that call to praise ; Let every heart with gladness thrill, And songs of joyful triumph raise. Shake off the dual, O rising race t Crowned as a brother and a man ; Justice to-day asserts her claim, Aud from thy brow fades out the ban. With freedom's chrism upon thy head, Her precious ensign in thy hand, Go place thy once despised name Amid the noblest of the land. 0 ransomed race I give God the praise, Who led thee through a crimson sea, And 'mid the storm of fire and blood, Turned oat the war-cloud's light to thee. Mrs. Harper, in writing from Kingstree, 8. C., July llth, 1867, in midsummer (laboring almost without any pecuniary reward), gave an account of a fearful catastrophe which had just occurred there in the burning of the jail with a number of colored prisoners in it. " It was a very sad aSair. There was only oae white prisoner and he got out. I believe 49