NAWSA GENEERAL CORRESPONDENCE Small, Sabrina The Liberator - Sep. 15, 1848 p 145 Anti-Slavery Convention at Harwich. An audience of upwards of one hundred assembled in a beautiful grove...The meeting was organized, Zebina [*Sabina*] H. Small, being appointed President, and Ezekiel Thatcher, Vice President. Charles Stearns and Lucy Stone, Secretaries. While S.S. Foster was speaking, Cap't Stillman Snorr, rushed through the crowd in front of Foster, screaming at the top of his voice, "What you say is a damned lie." His lips trembled, his head shook upon its socket, like a leaf rattled by the winter tempest, while his countenance looked as if the genius of Rage had his dwelling there. He made a leap at Foster, which was a signal for his allies. In a twinkling there was a rush upon the platform. W. W. Brown was seized and thrown over the high back of the platform, when he was trampled upon by the throng gathered there. Pillsbury, with torn clothes, was dragged from the platform, receiving as he went kicks and blows from those behind him. Those in front of him were harmless, awed by his fearless words, and his undaunted look. Again and again, some desperate spirits, with clenched uplifted fist, swore vengeance and destruction, but like the old Roman, Pillsbury calmly replied, "strike, but hear me! While he was thus beset, on every hand, S. S. Foster was assailed in another direction no less violently. At the first onset, he hastened Lucy Stone off the platform, but had scarcely time to turn about, when the mob, thirsting for his blood, closed in around him, seizing him with desperate violence, wherever they could lay hands on him, and though they did not "part his garments among them," they quite divided his coat. For a few moments the most terrible confusion prevailed - all ran, without knowing whither they went - so great was the excitement, that neither friends nor foes recognized each other. One friend would take hold of Foster, for his protection, and another friend would pull him off supposing him an enemy. One friend would step forward to stay an uplifted blow, and another would push him aside, supposing that he intended himself to strike. The scene baffled all description! At this juncture a shout was raised that they were riding Foster on a rail. This false cry was most opportune for Brown, who during the whole time had been dragged and trampled by the mob, but now his tormentors left him, to see the ruin of Foster; and thus he made his escape, rifled, of quite a number of his "Anti-Slavery Harp." Foster who had been surrounded by the mob, showed no sign of fear or fight. The man who had never quailed in peril's blackest hour, was not the man to tremble now or flee. But the friends, apprehensive for his safety, ungently solicited him to leave the ground; and when he did not manifest a disposition to go, they took him, with most unpleasant haste, outside the grove, aided by the mob, who were pushing terribly in the rear, and on all sides. When Pillsbury ascertained that Brown and Foster were safe, and that nothing more could be done, he too left, taking the public road towards the house of Cap't. Small, a well-known friend of the oppressed. The mobocrats, who had returned to the grove, howling and yelling in their rage and disappointment, that Foster was out of their clutches, when they found that Pillsbury was leaving, followed in hot pursuit, raising the [vest?] higher than the trees, filling the air with demoniac screams and yells, which were heard at the distance of more than a mile, and frightful enough to make Pandemonium itself pale. They rushed on, headlong, about thirty rods, and then, through Pillsbury was walking only a short distance in front of them, for reasons best known to themselves, they turned back to the grove, cursing as they went, and proceeded to vent their rage upon the platform, which they soon demolished. ....The lecturers were not particularly disturbed until all had been said which they wished to say....... Sabina Small, President Charles Stearns, Lucy Stone, Secretaries. Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.