Harriet Tubman, the famous fugitive slave from Maryland, risks her life sneaking into slave territory to free slaves. Slaveholders posted a $40,000 reward for the capture of the “Black Moses.” One of the teachers lately commissioned by the New- England Freedmen’s Aid Society is probably the most remarkable woman of this age. That is to say, she has performed more wonderful deeds by the native power of her own spirit against adverse circumstances than any other. She is well known to many by the various names which her eventful life has given her; Harriet Garrison, Gen. Tubman; but among the slaves, she is universally known by her well-earned title of Moses,- – Moses the deliverer. She is a rare instance, in the midst of high civilization and intellectual culture, of a being of great native powers, working powerfully, and to beneficient ends, entirely untaught by schools or books.
Her maiden name was Araminta Ross. She is the granddaughter of a native African and has not a drop of white blood in her veins. She was born in 1820 or 1821, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland…. She seldom lived with her owner but was usually “hired out” to different persons. She once “hired her time,” and employed it in the rudest farming labours, ploughing, carting, driving the oxen, to so good advantage that she was able in one year to buy a pair of steers worth forty dollars. When quite young she lived with a very pious mistress, but the slaveholder’s religion did not prevent her from whipping the young girl for every slight or fancied fault. Araminta found that this was usually a morning exercise; so she prepared for it by putting on all the thick clothes she could procure to protect her skin. She made sufficient outcry, however, to convince her mistress that her blows had a full effect; and in the afternoon she would take off her wrappings, and dress as well as she could.
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When invited into family prayers, she preferred to stay on the landing, and pray for herself; “and I prayed to God,” she says “to make me strong and able to fight and that’s what I’ve allers prayed forever since….” In her youth she received a severe blow on her head from a heavyweight thrown by her master at another slave, but which accidentally hit her. The blow produced a disease of the brain which was severe for a long time, and still makes her very lethargic….She was married about 1844 to a free coloured man named John Tubman but never had any children. Owing to changes in her owner’s family, it was determined to sell her and some other slaves; but her health was so much injured, that a purchaser was not easily found. At length, she became convinced that she would soon be carried away, and she decided to escape. Her brothers did not agree with her plans, and she walked off alone, following the guidance of the brooks, which she had observed to run North….
She remained two years in Philadelphia working hard and carefully hoarding her money. Then she hired a room, furnished it as well as she could, bought a nice suit of men’s clothes, and went back to Maryland for her husband. But the faithless man had taken to himself another wife. Harriet did not dare venture into her presence but sent word to her husband where she was. He declined to join her. At first, her grief and anger were excessive…but finally she thought…” if he could do without her, she could without him,” and so “he dropped out of her heart,” and she determined to give her life to brave deeds. Thus all personal aims died out of her heart; and with her simple brave motto, “I can’t die but once,” she began the work which has made her Moses,- – the deliverer of her people. Seven or eight times she has returned to the neighbourhood of her former home, always at the risk of death in the most terrible forms, and each time has brought away a company of fugitive slaves and led them safely to the free States, or to Canada.
Every time she went, the dangers increased. In 1857, she brought away her old parents, and, as they were too feeble to walk, she was obliged to hire a wagon, which added greatly to the perils of the journey. In 1860 she went for the last time, and among her troop was an infant whom they were obliged to keep stupefied with laudanum to prevent its outcries…. She always came in the winter when the nights are long and dark, and people who have homes stay in them. She was never seen on the plantation herself; but appointed a rendezvous for her company eight or ten miles distant, so that if they were discovered at the first start she was not compromised. She started on Saturday night; the slaves at that time being allowed to go away from home to visit their friends- – so that they would not be missed until Monday morning. Even then they were supposed to have loitered on the way, and it would often be late on Monday afternoon before the flight would be certainly known.
If by any further delay the advertisement was not sent out before Tuesday morning, she felt secure of keeping ahead of it; but if it were, it required all her ingenuity to escape. She resorted to various devices, she had confidential friends all along the road. She would hire a man to follow the one who put up the notices and take them down as soon as his back was turned. She crossed creeks on railroad bridges by night, she hid her company in the woods while she herself not being advertised went into the towns in search of information…. The expedition was governed by the strictest rules. If any man gave out, he must be shot. “Would you really do that?” she was asked. “Yes,” she replied, “if he was weak enough to give out, he’d be weak enough to betray us all, and all who had helped us; and do you think I’d let so many die just for one coward man.” “Did you ever have to shoot anyone?” she was asked.
“One time,” she said, “a man gave out on the second night; his feet were sore and swollen, he couldn’t go any further; he’d rather go back and die if he must.” They tried all arguments in vain, bathed his feet, tried to strengthen him, but it was of no use, he would go back. Then she said, “I told the boys to get their guns ready and shoot him. They’d have done it in a minute; but when he heard that, he jumped right up and went on as well as anybody….” When going on these journeys she often lay alone in the forests all night. Her whole soul was filled with awe of the mysterious Unseen Presence, which thrilled her with such depths of emotion, that all other care and fear vanished. Then she seemed to speak with her Maker “as a man talketh with his friend;” her childlike petitions had direct answers, and beautiful visions lifted her up above all doubt and anxiety into serene trust and faith. No man can be a hero without this faith in some form; the sense that he walks not in his own strength, but leaning on an almighty arm. Call it fate, destiny, what you will, Moses of old, Moses of today, believed it to be Almighty God.