CHAPTER I.

THE FATHER OF THE MAN.

William Lloyd Garrison was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, December 10, 1805.  Forty years before, Daniel Palmer, his great-grandfather, emigrated from Massachusetts and settled with three sons and a daughter on the St. John River, in Nova Scotia.  The daughter’s name was Mary, and it was she who was to be the future grandmother of our hero.  One of the neighbors of Daniel Palmer was Joseph Garrison, who was probably an Englishman.  He was certainly a bachelor.  The Acadian solitude of five hundred acres and Mary Palmer’s charms proved too much for the susceptible heart of Joseph Garrison.  He wooed and won her, and on his thirtieth birthday she became his wife.  The bride herself was but twenty-three, a woman of resources and of presence of mind, as she needed to be in that primitive settlement.  Children and cares came apace to the young wife, and we may be sure confined her more and more closely to her house.  But in the midst of a fast-increasing family and of multiplying cares a day’s outing did occasionally come to the busy housewife, when she would go down the river to spend it at her father’s farm.  Once, ten years after her marriage, she had a narrow escape on one of those rare days.  She had started in a boat with her youngest child, Abijah, and a lad who worked in her household.  It was spring and the St. John was not yet clear of ice.  Higher up the river the ice broke that morning and came floating down with the current.  The boat in which Mary Garrison and her baby rode was overtaken by the fragments and wrecked.  The mother with her child sought refuge on a piece of ice and was driven shoreward.  Wrapping Abijah in all the clothes she could spare she threw him ashore.  She and the lad followed by the aid of an overhanging willow bough.  The baby was unharmed, for she had thrown him into a snow-bank.  But the perils of the river gave place to the perils of the woods.  In them Mary Garrison wandered with her infant, who was no less a personage than the father of William Lloyd Garrison, until at length she found the hut of a friendly Indian, who took her in and “entertained her with his best words and deeds, and the next morning conducted her safely to her father’s.”

The Palmers were a hardy, liberty-loving race of farmers, and Joseph Garrison was a man of unusual force and independence of character.  The life which these early settlers lived was a life lived partly on the land and partly on the river.  They were equally at home with scythe or oar.  Amid such terraqueous conditions it was natural enough that the children should develop a passion for the sea.  Like ducks many of them took to the water and became sailors.  Abijah was a sailor.  The amphibious habits of boyhood gave to his manhood a restless, roving character.  Like the element which he loved he was in constant motion.  He was a man of gifts both of mind and