The Liberator

Boston, July 22, 1859

Last of the Rescuers.

      Bushnell, the last of the rescuers, let town to-day in a cloud of darkies, dust, and damaged divinities, with a band of music in front and a file of rag, tag and bob-tail in rear. He goes to Oberlin, where an ovation awaits him. Artillery Company A., Capt. Williams, left this morning at daylight, with their brass baby-waker, as an avant courier of his coming. His triumphal entry will be made amid the roar of artillery, the blaze of beauty,

�From snowy white to sooty,�

and the shouts and huzzas of a multitude which no man can number, all for the glory of rescuing a nigger, and a nigger, too, that from his depraved habits had become a pauper charge upon the people of Oberlin. Great country! – Cleveland Plaindealer.