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were in town. Some twelve came with Gen. Whitfield. In the 
afternoon of the 23d, the redoubtable sheriff, with authority vested 
in ten soldiers, under command of Lieut. McIntosh, following, 
again came into Lawrence. Without the least resistance on the 
part of any, six men, not implicated in the rescue of Branson, but 
having arrested no one to place in Mr. Jones 5 custody, were taken 
prisoners. They were lodged in a small building on the street, 
under the guard of the dragoons, and the sheriff occupied the tent 
of the officers, instead of going to the Cincinnati House, as usual. 
In the evening the choir met at our house for a rehearsal. At 
about nine and a half o’clock T. came in. As the rest were sing¬ 
ing, and scarcely noticed his coming in, I said to him, “ Why, 
where did you come from? I thought you were in a safer place 
than Lawrence for rescuers. 55 
He replied, “ I have been out of town to-day; but I thought I 
would come over the hills to-night, and write a letter.” 
So, quickly getting him stationery and a light, he went out into 
another room to write. There was laughing and jesting among 
the singers, as they left soon after; a doubt arising whether they 
would all get to their homes safely, they having been on the street 
the day of the attempted arrest, and, as Jones had forty names, 
there was little reason to hope theirs were not in the list. 
Doctor carried two ladies to their homes, each two miles from 
ours, and a mile apart. Just after they had gone, two gentlemen 
came from town. One was a stranger to me, and the other was 
W. He too had been from town during the day, and had gone 
home for a night’s rest, when he was aroused by the other gentle¬ 
man. They said “ Good-evening,” and walked in. W., espying 
T., who had finished his letter, and was about leaving for a safer 
residence than ours, said, “Well, T., our best friend is shot.” 
“ Who ? ” was the question asked simultaneously by several 
voices; and W.’s reply, in the same solemn manner, “ Sheriff 
Jones,” startled us. Not because for him we had any esteem, any 
respect; but who was there in Lawrence that would take a broth¬ 
er’s blood ? Unlike the Missourians, who shot down inoffensive 
people with no more compunctions than they would a wild part- 
