Whitfield," and complained about it after the meeting was out.
He told the people not to believe a word that I said, that it was all a humbug.

They asked him how he knew?
"Ah!" said he, "he has slandered Bro.Whitfield.I am well acquainted with him, we both belonged to one church; and Whitfield is one of the most respectable men in all that region of country." They asked if he (Whitfield) was a slaveholder?
The reply was "yes, but he treated his slaves well." "Well," said one, "that only proves that he has told us the truth; for all we wish to know, is that there is such a man as Whitfield, as represented by Bibb, and that he is a slave holder." On the 2d Sept., 1847, I started from Toledo on board the canal packet Erie, for Cincinnati, Ohio.

But before going on board, I was waited on by one of the boat's crew, who gave me a card of the boat, upon which was printed, that no pains would be spared to render all passengers comfortable who might favor them with their patronage to Cincinnati.
This card I slipped into my pocket, supposing it might be of some use to me.

There were several drunken loafers on board going through as passengers, one of whom used the most vulgar language in the cabin, where there were ladies, and even vomited! But he was called a white man, and a southerner, which made it all right.

I of course took my place in the cabin with the rest, and there was nothing said against it that night.