In a poem about the execution of John Brown - which he was a witness to - Walt Whitman wrote these haunting words:
"I was at hand, silent I stood with teeth shut close, I watch'd, I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds you mounted the scaffold."
-Year of Meterors
|As I drove up to this site today I noticed a sign on the property stating "Historic Land For Sale."|