Indeed, I was not aware that any one connected with the convention even so much as knew my name.

I was, however, quite mistaken.

Mr.William C.Coffin, a prominent abolitionst( sic) in those days of trial, had heard me speaking to my colored friends, in the little school house on Second street, New Bedford, where we worshiped.

He sought me out in the crowd, and invited me to say a few words to the convention.

Thus sought out, and thus invited, I was induced to speak out the feelings inspired by the occasion, and the fresh recollection of the scenes through which I had passed as a slave.