She had not told him she was going to have another baby: he might not have gone. But she knew she needed more money than that tiny salary. She could not leave the children. There must be something she could do. She must manage. Suddenly her face lighted. Lynn, Massachusetts, had one industry which in the early 1840’s spilled over into every section. Lynn had developed like a guild town in England; and that evening Anna made up her mind that she could do what was being done in many households in the town--she would make shoes. In time she learned to turn a sole with the best of them. * * * * * Meanwhile a ship was going out to sea. And all was not smooth sailing. “We should have taken one of the French boats--even if they are slower!” Mrs. Hutchinson regarded the apologetic purser scornfully. “I’ll see the Captain at once.” And James Buffum stalked away in search of him. No cabin had been assigned to Frederick Douglass. Though the tickets had been purchased together, the party was being separated--the Hutchinsons and Mr. Buffum sent to cabins, Frederick Douglass to the steerage. Douglass took no part in the angry discussion that ensued. It was an old story to him. Negroes who had the temerity to travel about the United States were subject to insults and indignities. On the Sound between New York and Stonington no colored man was allowed abaft the wheel. In all seasons of the year, hot or cold, wet or dry, the deck was his only place. Douglass had been in many fights--had been beaten by conductors and brakemen. He smiled now remembering the time six men ejected him from a car on the Eastern Line between Boston and Portland. He had managed to tear away several seats and break a couple of windows. But this morning, as the _Cambria_ nosed her way out of the bay and started back to the Old Country which so many had left in their search for freedom, Douglass shrugged his shoulders. “Let it go!” he said. “We’ll all reach England together. If I cannot go to the cabins, you can come to me in the steerage.” “Oh, yes, Mr. Douglass,” Captain Judkins quickly intervened. “There is only the formality of an invitation. You can visit your friends at any time.” “Thank you, sir!” Douglass bowed gravely. But Mrs. Hutchinson would not be quieted. “It’s ridiculous!” Her husband sighed and slipped his arm through Frederick’s. “Let’s go now and see that our friend is properly settled,” he said. So they all went first to the steerage. And here, to the edification of the steerage passengers, they spent most of their time. But, as always happens within a small world, word got around, and during the long afternoons and evenings other first-class passengers began visiting the steerage. The Hutchinsons, celebrated vocalists, sang their sweetest songs, and groups gathered on the rude forecastle-deck in spirited conversation with Frederick Douglass. “Always thought Abolitionists were crackpots!” The man from Indiana frowned.