FUNERAL OF BARBER — DEATH OF BROWN 171 
ular fight, firing from behind buildings, commenced. One or two 
free-state men were slightly wounded, while a Mr. Cook, of bitter 
pro-slavery feelings, was wounded mortally. 
21st. — Sunday. Our messengers returned to-night, and brought 
certain knowledge of the murder of It. P. Brown. The blood chilled 
in our veins as we heard the recital of the horrid outrage, and the 
beating heart cried, is there no justice —no avenger? After Mr. 
S. left for Lawrence, Mr. Brown, and seven others from Leaven¬ 
worth, attempted to return there. They were followed, and taken 
prisoners by the Kickapoo Bangers, headed by Capt. John W. 
Martin. Mr. Brown was placed in a room apart from the others 
of his party. The hours were passing, and the men who had 
them in their power were becoming yet more brutal by the free 
use of liquor, and they were bent upon the death of Mr. Brown. 
Capt. Martin used his influence to prevent such a deed; but, after 
doing all in his power to save him, he went home. The cruel 
crowd then took him out of the house, and, with blows and kicks, 
and knocking him upon the frozen earth, and literally hacking 
him in pieces with a hatchet, they showed themselves fiendish 
beyond the unenlightened savage. Then throwing him into a 
wagon, with wounds undressed, he was borne several miles, through 
the piercing cold of a January night, to his home. He could only 
say to his wife, “ I am murdered by a set of cowards,” and death 
ended his sufferings. % 
The slave power has another victim, and the shame, the eternal 
infamy of his mournful death will forever, like an incubus, rest 
upon his soul who has the power, yet offers no interference 
against the hunting down of our citizens, by worse than Florida 
blood-hounds ! Was there ever an administration so utterly vile 
as this ? 
Mr. Brown was a tall man, with pleasant dark eyes, olive-brown 
complexion, and dark abundant hair. He was at Lawrence during 
the siege ; one of the few from Leavenworth who ventured so far 
from home. He leaves a wife and child to mourn over his sad, 
heart-rending fate. While Kansas’ wrongs are written in the 
blood of her citizens, the cruel, bloody death of her fourth martyr 
