In the month of August, 1841, I attended an antislavery convention in Nantucket, at which it was
my happiness to become acquainted with Frederick Douglass, the writer of the following Narrative.
He was a stranger to nearly every member of that body; but, having recently made his escape from
the southern prison-house of bondage, and feeling his curiosity excited to ascertain the principles
and measures of the abolitionists,—of whom he had heard a somewhat vague description whi ...