CHAPTER XI. 
THE DEATH OF BARBER—THE TREATY. 
Dec. 6th .—- Thursday. We were awakened again, long before 
daylight. Some friends have had a long journey from the country 
above. They were not considered safe here, and had gone far 
away, but they heard that Lawrence had been attacked, doctor 
and fifteen others killed; and thinking that the war had fairly 
opened, they had walked thirty miles in the last few hours, that 
they might with their friends strike and die for liberty. 
The guard are again fired upon, and more of our messengers to 
different parts of the territory and to the states taken prisoners. 
Horsemen, in companies of four and six, are continually riding over 
the hills. They are the leading men in the ranks of the enemy; 
and we hear their design is to plant their artillery on Mt. Oread, 
and take this house for barracks. They seem to be looking around 
with the intention of concluding their plans. We feel perfectly 
safe so far as the planting of their artillery is concerned. Not 
one man could stand before the deadly fire of the Sharpe’s rifles, 
from the town or ravine. The Missourians are still slowly gather¬ 
ing in at Lecompton, and the camp near Franklin, and the new 
one on the Wakarusa, south of us, and only about four miles 
from town. Our supplies are cut off. People are turned from 
their homes at midnight, and their corn-cribs and hay-stacks 
burned. 
Some other gentlemen also dined with us. They were unex¬ 
pected guests, nevertheless welcome. Just before dinner, we saw 
a large mounted party of the enemy’s force going over the hill 
beyond us. We also saw two men on the west side of the hill, com¬ 
ing cautiously towards the house. It looked to us as though it were 
