The crowd of abolitionists swelled to the foot of the stairs of office. Loguen and Sabine’s his compatriot paused momentarily. we are, at the office the first ones. Shall we go in? “Here — How do we know they will not Again the reply came swiftly: them grab us?” “Let grab.” is the time to try the spunk of white the voice continued, want to see “Now men,” “I whether they have courage only to make speeches and resolutions when there is no The danger.” Rescue of Jerry, the resolve to see him not bound in chains southward, was already fomenting in the minds of the us be here at nightfall, and if white men the voice crowd. “Let won't fight,” concluded, fugitives and black men smite down Marshals and Commissioner any body “let — who holds Jerry and rescue him or The pair, quickly followed by the crowd of — perish.” Liberty Party members, charged up the stairs and into Courtroom, crowding the small Sabine’s space and pressed Loguen and his fellow black Syracusans to the them in their front, “shoved very faces.” Two men from the crowd sat down beside Jerry. One of the figures said quietly, am “I Gerrit Smith your Smith assured the slave that he would, you at any — friend.” “defend expense, and leave no stone unturned to secure your freedom.” Jerry was shocked. ain't Gerrit Smith, are “You you?” Smith replied, I mean you shall have the best counsel, and to stand by you “Yes,” “and with my Loguen later reflected on the moment, noting that, countenance of Jerry fortune.” “the fugitive Loguen asked he has been in the country a brightened.” “What slave,” rhetorically, “if short time, has not heard of Gerrit Smith? or sitting by his side, is not inspired by the aura that surrounds him ?” The courtroom, packed with onlookers and abolitionists, sat as a powder keg waiting to explode. Jerry leaned in to his counsel and remarked that he believed, I should throw myself “if
The crowd of abolitionists swelled to the foot of the stairs of Sabine’s office. Loguen and his compatriot paused momentarily. “Here we are, at the office — the first ones. Shall we go in? How do we know they will not grab us?” Again the reply came swiftly: “Let them grab.” “Now is the time to try the spunk of white men,” the voice continued, “I want to see whether they have courage only to make speeches and resolutions when there is no danger.” The Rescue of Jerry, the resolve to see him not bound in chains southward, was already fomenting in the minds of the crowd. “Let us be here at nightfall, and if white men won't fight,” the voice concluded, “let fugitives and black men smite down Marshals and Commissioner — any body who holds Jerry — and rescue him or perish.” The pair, quickly followed by the crowd of Liberty Party members, charged up the stairs and into Sabine’s Courtroom, crowding the small space and pressed Loguen and his fellow black Syracusans to the front, “shoved them in their very faces.” Two men from the crowd sat down beside Jerry. One of the figures said quietly, “I am Gerrit Smith — your friend.” Smith assured the slave that he would, “defend you at any expense, and leave no stone unturned to secure your freedom.” Jerry was shocked. “You ain't Gerrit Smith, are you?” “Yes,” Smith replied, “and I mean you shall have the best counsel, and to stand by you with my fortune.” Loguen later reflected on the moment, noting that, “the countenance of Jerry brightened.” “What fugitive slave,” Loguen asked rhetorically, “if he has been in the country a short time, has not heard of Gerrit Smith? or sitting by his side, is not inspired by the aura that surrounds him ?” The courtroom, packed with onlookers and abolitionists, sat as a powder keg waiting to explode. Jerry leaned in to his counsel and remarked that he believed, “if I should throw myself