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KANSAS. 
The prisoners on both sides were released. Several who had 
been in the camp of the enemy were in town to-day. In times 
of war there are no Sabbaths, and we had no service to-day. The 
governor, with Jones and General Strickler, came in this morning. 
A dinner was provided for them at the Cincinnati House ; and, 
in a private room, some who are not averse, either by nature or 
principle, to a social glass, had provided such entertainment for 
the governor. Every one coming in, who ever thus degraded his 
higher nature, “ must drink with the governor.” At each glass 
which he drank he said, “ Now here’s to the Baptist preacher.” 
When the dinner was ready, and the blessing about to be 
implored, the governor broke out in this new strain : “ This is 
the happiest day of my life, by G—cl! ” 
The story of the Baptist preacher is simply this : When Mr. 
Pomeroy left Lawrence for Kansas city, some men, watching him 
in Lawrence, immediately notified the camp at Franklin, and a 
company of men forthwith was sent out to intercept him. Having 
nearly reached the Baptist Mission, the party came up, and asked 
where he was going. 
He said briefly, “ To our mission; ” and at once the party gave 
him the soubriquet of “ the Baptist preacher.” One of the party, 
however, quite unfortunately as it regarded his further progress 
towards “ our mission,” recognized him. He was taken by them 
across the river again ; and wet and cold, without fire, he slept in 
their camp on the W T akarusa. Threats ran high against him ; 
and his peril became so imminent, that, when his guard had fallen 
asleep, Atchison, to whom the ruffians had given the euphonious 
title of “ Old Dave,” took him to Blue Jacket’s, an Indian house, 
where some of the officers had their head-quarters. 
Atchison has declared to the rough men who follow him, “ that 
they cannot fight now. The position the Lawrence people have 
taken is such that it would not do to make an attack upon them ; 
it would ruin the democratic cause too. But, boys, we’ll fight 
some time, by G—d ! ” 
Mr. Bedpath, a young Englishman, came in from Leavenworth, 
and in his facetious way, which makes the most common thing 
replete with interest and life, and turns the dull and serious into 
