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He evidently did not like the Yankee sympathy when such 
weighty matters were resting on his shoulders. But, being asked 
what he wanted in Lawrence, he replied, “ I will let you know 
when I get ready.” Then, putting spurs to his horse, he wheeled 
around, amid the laugh of the three or four frolicksome youths, 
and the blue coat of the Missourian was last seen going over the 
hill on the wcv to Lecompton. He had made, in his estimation, 
no doubt, a fearful escape from the stronghold of the rebels. 
Yesterday, the rumors of war being still rife, and so many 
citizens of the neat settlements having come in, arrangements were 
made for the companies to go into barracks. The large dining- 
hall of the new hotel being fitted up with stoves, several of the 
companies will occupy it, while others have a “ soldier’s home ” in 
the hall which has been used for school-room, church, etc. The 
quartermaster and commissary-general have been appointed. Beef 
and corn are brought in in large quantities, and preparations are 
being made for a siege. 
The soldiers are drilling out on the prairie, and under the com¬ 
mand of Col. Lane, who has seen actual service and hard fighting 
in Mexico. Their evolutions are well performed. As we look 
upon them, going through the drill soberly, without noise, and no 
rabble of boys following, we feel that, before yielding to the 
unjust exactions of a partisan government, they would meet 
death. 
There is young manhood in the ranks, and some who have not 
yet counted their score of years'; but the mantle of discretion 
and prudence has fallen upon them. The blood of ’76 runs in 
their veins, and the fires of its unquenched love of liberty 
sparkle in their eyes. 
We are yet in the hollow of His hand who “hates the op¬ 
pressor,” and “ the crooked ways before us He will make straight.” 
A Mr. N., of Vermont, is just in. He called to see doctor 
a few moments since, and has now returned with him from the 
council-room, and will make our house his home. He brings news 
of our pleasant Scotch friend, who left us this morning on another 
tour of observation, in the enemy’s camp. He met him at 
“ Fish’s,” some two miles below the ford, on the Wakarusa, of 
