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being delivered up, and he wished some other convincing argu¬ 
ments than his own to be used with them. 
The night was exceedingly tempestuous. The wind raged with 
unequalled fury, and was full of driving snow and sleet. Ail of 
the afternoon it had been so strong and furious, that boards, ten 
or twelve feet long, lying in a pile back of the house, had been 
blown, end over end, in every direction. But the night had added 
violence to the storm, and scarcely anything could make headway 
against, or live long out in it. Our Scotch friend had just come 
in with ears almost frozen. 
We pity the guard who faithfully watch for our safety in such 
a wild night as this. The password for the night, “ Pitch in,” 
given by our gallant Adjutant-General Bietzler, who has command 
in the temporary absence of General Robinson, was in strange con¬ 
sonance with the wildness of the terrific storm. A double guard 
was put on, that each man might be oftener relieved from the 
watch, and to be in better readiness for any attack, which many 
fear. The anxiety felt for the safe return of the officers from 
Franklin was intense, so little faith have our people in the honor 
or the plighted word of the invaders. 
At Franklin Generals Robinson and Lane met thirteen captains 
of the invaders in a little room. The governor made a long 
statement of the existing state of things. Fie told them that a 
misunderstanding had occurred ; that the people of Lawrence had 
violated no law; that they would not resist any properly appointed 
officer in the execution of the laws; that the guns would not be 
given up ; and concluded by advising them to go home to Mis¬ 
souri. 
An escort had been promised to Generals R. and L. back to 
Lawrence; and when, at about seven o’clock, they left for home, 
one man only was provided to go with them. After going about 
one hundred yards, he too bade them “ Good-evening,” and 
wheeled his horse, leaving them in the enemy’s country, without 
escort to pass the picket-guard. In this Egyptian darkness, the 
wind and sleet driving, and effectually blinding their eyes, they 
trusted to their horses to keep their way homeward, knowing they 
were in the road only by the sound of their hoofs upon the frozen 
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