Mr. Loring inquired what
they wanted of me; he told them that there had been an examination, and
nothing had been found against me; that they were at the examination
invited to speak if they knew of aught to condemn me, but they had
remained silent, and that now it was but right I should be permitted to
leave in peace. They replied that they wanted a more thorough
investigation, that they wished to search my trunks (I had but one trunk)
and see if I was not in possession of abolition papers. It now became
evident that I should be unable to get off in the cars; and my friends
advised me to go the shortest way possible to jail, for my safety. They
said they were persuaded that what the rabble wanted was to get me into
their possession, and then to murder me. The mob looked dreadfully
enraged, and seemed to lap for blood. The whole city was in an uproar. But
the first men and the more wealthy were my friends: and they did
everything in their power to protect me. Mr. Boylan, whose name has
repeatedly occurred in this publication, was more than a father to me; and
Mr.
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