their cotton bags, and armed themselves to the teeth.
They set watches to look after their happy and contented
slaves. The Governor of Georgia
the Hon. Harrison Grey Otis, the Mayor of Boston,
requesting him to suppress the Appeal. His Honor
replied to the Southern Censor, that he had no power
nor disposition to hinder Mr. Walker from pursuing
a lawful course in the utterance of his thoughts.
A company of Georgia men then bound themselves by an
oath, that they would eat as little as possible until
they had killed the youthful author. They also
offered a reward of a thousand dollars for his head,
and ten times as much for the live Walker. His
consort, with the solicitude of an affectionate wife,
together with some friends, advised him to go to Canada,
lest he should be abducted. Walker said that
he had nothing to fear from such a pack of coward
blood-hounds; but if he did go, he would hurl back
such thunder across the great lakes, that would cause
them to tremble in their strong holds. Said he,
“I will stand my ground. Somebody must die
in this cause.
I may be doomed to the stake and
the fire, or to the scaffold tree, but it is not in
me to falter if I can promote the work of emancipation.”
He did not leave the country, but was soon laid in
the grave. It was the opinion of many that he
was hurried out of life by the means of poison, but
whether this was the case or not, the writer is not
prepared to affirm.
He had many enemies, and not a few were his brethren
whose cause he espoused. They said that he went
too far, and was making trouble. So the Jews
spoke of Moses. They valued the flesh-pots of
Egypt more than the milk and honey of Canaan.
He died 1830 in Bridge street, at the hopeful and
enthusiastic age of 34 years. His ruling passion
blazed up in the hour of death, and threw an indescribable
grandeur over the last dark scene. The heroic
young man passed away without a struggle, and a few
“Saw in death his eyelids
Calmly, as to a night’s
Like flowers at set of sun.”
The personal appearance of Mr. Walker was prepossessing,
being six feet in height, slender and well proportioned.
His hair was loose, and his complexion was dark.
His son, the only child he left, is now 18 years of
age, and is said to resemble his father; he now resides
at Charlestown, Mass., with his mother, Mrs. Dewson.
Mr. Walker was a faithful member of the Methodist
Church at Boston, whose pastor is the venerable father
The reader thus has a brief notice of the life and
character of David Walker.
In four articles,
Colored citizens of the world,