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1881
An Autobiography
of the Rev. Josiah Henson (1789-1889)
('Uncle Tom')
edited by John Lobb
During the bright and hopeful days I spent in Ohio, while away on my
preaching tour, I had heard much of the course pursued by fugitives
from slavery, and became acquainted with a number of benevolent men
engaged in helping them on their way. Canada was often spoken of as
the only sure refuge from pursuit, and that blessed land was now the
desire of my longing heart. Infinite toils and perils lay between me
and that haven of promise, enough to daunt the stoutest heart; but
the fire behind me was too hot and fierce to let me pause to
consider them. I knew the North Star - blessed be God for setting it
in the heavens! Like the Star of Bethlehem, it announced where my
salvation lay. Could I follow it through forest, and stream, and
field, it would guide my feet in the way of hope. I thought of it as
my God-given guide to the land of promise far away beneath its
light. I knew that it had led thousands of my poor, hunted brethren
to freedom and blessedness. I felt energy enough in my own breast to
contend with privation and danger; and had I been a free,
untrammelled man, knowing no tie of father or husband, and concerned
for my own safety only, I would have felt all difficulties light in
view of the hope that was set before me. But, alas! I had a wife and
four dear children; how should I provide for them? Abandon them I
could not; no! not even for the blessed boon of freedom. They, too,
must go. They, too, must share with me the life of liberty...
The next evening we reached Buffalo, but it was too late to cross
the river that night. "You see those trees," said the noble-hearted
captain, next morning, pointing to a group in the distance; "they
grow on free soil, and as soon as your feet touch that, you're a
mon. I want to see you go and be a freeman. I'm poor myself, and
have nothing to give you; I only sail the boat for wages; but I'll
see you across. Here, Green," said he to a ferryman, "what will you
take this man and his family over for - he's got no money?" "Three
shillings." He then took a dollar out of his pocket and gave it to
me. Never shall I forget the spirit in which he spoke. He put his
hand on my head and said, "Be a good fellow, won't you?" I felt
streams of emotion running down in electric courses from head to
foot. "Yes," said I; "I'll use my freedom well; I'll give my soul to
God." He stood waving his hat as we pushed off for the opposite
shore. God bless him! God bless him eternally! Amen!
It was the 28th of October, 1830, in the morning, when my feet
first touched the Canada shore. I threw myself on the ground, rolled
in the sand, seized handfuls of it and kissed them, and danced
around, till, in the eyes of several who were present, I passed for
a madman. "He's some crazy fellow," said a Colonel Warren, who
happened to be there. "Oh no, master! don't you know? I'm free!" He
burst into a shout of laughter. "Well, I never knew freedom make a
man roll in the sand in such a fashion." Still I could not control
myself. I hugged and kissed my wife and children, and, until the
first exuberant burst of feeling was over, went on as before...
There was not much time to be lost, though, in frolic even, at
this extraordinary moment. I was a stranger in a strange land, and
had to look about me at once for refuge and resource. I found a
lodging for the night, and the next morning set about exploring the
interior for the means of support. I knew nothing about the country
or the people, but kept my eyes and ears open, and made such
inquiries as opportunity afforded. I heard, in the course of the
day, of a Mr. Hibbard, who lived some six or seven miles off. He was
a rich man, as riches were counted there, had a large farm, and
several small tenements on it, which he was in the habit of letting
to his labourers. To him I went immediately, though the character
given him by his neighbours was not, by any means, unexceptionably
good. But I thought he was not, probably, any worse than those I had
been accustomed to serve, and that I could get along with him, if
honest and faithful work would satisfy him. In the afternoon I found
him, and soon struck a bargain with him for employment. I asked him
if there was any house where he would let me live. He said, "Yes,"
and led the way to an old two-storey sort of shanty, into the lower
storey of which the pigs had broken, and had apparently made it
their resting-place for some time. Still, it was a house, and I
forthwith expelled the pigs, and set about cleaning it for the
occupancy of a better sort of tenants. With the aid of hoe and
shovel, hot water and a mop, I got the floor into a tolerable
condition by midnight, and only then did I rest from my labour. The
next day I brought the rest of the Hensons, the only furniture I
had, to my house, and though there was nothing there but bare walls
and floors, we were all in a state of great delight, and my wife
laughed and acknowledged that it was better than a log cabin with an
earth-floor. I begged some straw of Mr. Hibbard, and confining it by
logs in the corners of the room, I made beds of it three feet thick,
upon which we reposed luxuriously after our long fatigues.
Another trial awaited me which I had not anticipated. In consequence
of the great exposures we had been through, my wife and all the
children fell sick; and it was not without extreme peril that they
escaped with their lives.
My employer soon found that my labour was of more value to him
than that of those he was accustomed to hire; and as I consequently
gained his favour, and his wife took quite a fancy to mine, we soon
procured some of the comforts of life, while the necessaries of
life, food and fuel, were abundant. I remained with Mr. Hibbard
three years, sometimes working on shares, and sometimes for wages;
and I managed in that time to procure some pigs, a cow, and a horse.
Thus my condition gradually improved, and I felt that my toils and
sacrifices for freedom had not been in vain. Nor were my labours for
the improvement of myself and others, in more important things than
food and clothing, without effect. It so happened that one of my
Maryland friends arrived in this neighbourhood, and hearing of my
being here, inquired if I ever preached now, and spread the
reputation I had acquired elsewhere for my gifts in the pulpit. I
had said nothing myself, and had not intended to say anything of my
having ever officiated in that way. I went to meeting with others,
when I had an opportunity, and enjoyed the quiet of the Sabbath when
there was no assembly. I could not refuse to labour in this field,
however, when afterwards desired to do so; and I was from this time
frequently called upon, not by blacks alone, but by all classes in
my vicinity - the comparatively educated, as well as the lamentably
ignorant to speak to them on their duty, responsibility, and
immortality, on their obligations to themselves, their Saviour, and
their Maker.
I am aware it must seem strange to many that a man so ignorant,
unable to read, and having heard so little as I had of religion,
natural or revealed, should be able to preach acceptably to persons
who had enjoyed greater advantages than myself. I can explain it
only by reference to our Saviour's comparison of the kingdom of
heaven to a plant which may spring from a seed no bigger than a
mustard-seed, and may yet reach such a size, that the birds of the
air may take shelter therein. Religion is not so much knowledge as
wisdom; and observation upon what passes without, and reflection
upon what passes within a man's heart, will give him a larger growth
in grace than is imagined by the devoted adherents of creeds, or the
confident followers of Christ, who call Him "Lord, Lord,"' but do
not the things which He says.
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