A Plea for Captain John Brown: Read to the citizens of Concord, Massachusetts on Sunday evening, October thirtieth, eighteen fifty-nineThoreau, Henry David
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A Plea for Captain John Brown: Read to the citizens of Concord, Massachusetts on Sunday evening, October thirtieth, eighteen fifty-nine
A man of rare common sense and directness of speech, as of action; a
transcendentalist above all, a man of ideas and principles,—that was
what distinguished him. Not yielding to a whim or transient impulse,
but carrying out the purpose of a life. I noticed that he did not
overstate anything, but spoke within bounds. I remember, particularly,
how, in his speech here, he referred to what his family had suffered in
Kansas, without ever giving the least vent to his pent-up fire. It was
a volcano with an ordinary chimney-flue. Also referring to the deeds of
certain Border Ruffians, he said, rapidly paring away his speech, like
an experienced soldier, keeping a reserve of force and meaning, “They
had a perfect right to be hung.” He was not in the least a rhetorician,
was not talking to Buncombe or his constituents anywhere, had no need
to invent anything but to tell the simple truth, and communicate his
own resolution; therefore he appeared incomparably strong, and
eloquence in Congress and elsewhere seemed to me at a discount. It was
like the speeches of Cromwell compared with those of an ordinary king.
As for his tact and prudence, I will merely say, that at a time when
scarcely a man from the Free States was able to reach Kansas by any
direct route, at least without having his arms taken from him, he,
carrying what imperfect guns and other weapons he could collect, openly
and slowly drove an ox-cart through Missouri, apparently in the
capacity of a surveyor, with his surveying compass exposed in it, and
so passed unsuspected, and had ample opportunity to learn the designs
of the enemy. For some time after his arrival he still followed the
same profession. When, for instance, he saw a knot of the ruffians on
the prairie, discussing, of course, the single topic which then
occupied their minds, he would, perhaps, take his compass and one of
his sons, and proceed to run an imaginary line right through the very
spot on which that conclave had assembled, and when he came up to them,
he would naturally pause and have some talk with them, learning their
news, and, at last, all their plans perfectly; and having thus
completed his real survey he would resume his imaginary one, and run on
his line till he was out of sight.
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