For eight or ten years previous to the breaking out of the Civil War, Harriet Tubman was a constant attendant at anti-slavery conventions, lectures, and other meetings; she was a black woman of medium size, smiling countenance, with her upper front teeth gone, attired in coarse but neat clothes, and carrying always an old-fashioned reticule at her side.  Usually as soon as she sat down she would drop off in sound sleep.

She was born a slave in Maryland, in 1820, bore the marks of the lash on her flesh; and had been made partially deaf, and perhaps to some degree mentally unbalanced by a blow on the head in childhood.  Yet she was one of the most important agents of the Underground Railroad and a leader of fugitive slaves.  She ran away in 1849 and went to Boston in 1854, where she was welcomed into the homes of the leading abolitionists and where every one listened with tense interest to her strange stories.  She was absolutely illiterate, with no knowledge of geography, and yet year after year she penetrated the slave states and personally led North over three hundred fugitives without losing a single one.  A standing reward of $10,000 was offered for her, but as she said:  “The whites cannot catch us, for I was born with the charm, and the Lord has given me the power.”  She was one of John Brown’s closest advisers and only severe sickness prevented her presence at Harper’s Ferry.

When the war cloud broke, she hastened to the front, flitting down along her own mysterious paths, haunting the armies in the field, and serving as guide and nurse and spy.  She followed Sherman in his great march to the sea and was with Grant at Petersburg, and always in the camps the Union officers silently saluted her.

The other woman belonged to a different type,—­a tall, gaunt, black, unsmiling sybil, weighted with the woe of the world.  She ran away from slavery and giving up her own name took the name of Sojourner Truth.  She says:  “I can remember when I was a little, young girl, how my old mammy would sit out of doors in the evenings and look up at the stars and groan, and I would say, ‘Mammy, what makes you groan so?’ And she would say, ’I am groaning to think of my poor children; they do not know where I be and I don’t know where they be.  I look up at the stars and they look up at the stars!’”

Her determination was founded on unwavering faith in ultimate good.  Wendell Phillips says that he was once in Faneuil Hall, when Frederick Douglass was one of the chief speakers.  Douglass had been describing the wrongs of the Negro race and as he proceeded he grew more and more excited and finally ended by saying that they had no hope of justice from the whites, no possible hope except in their own right arms.  It must come to blood!  They must fight for themselves.  Sojourner Truth was sitting, tall and dark, on the very front seat facing the platform, and in the hush of feeling when Douglass sat down she spoke out in her deep, peculiar voice, heard all over the hall: