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there expecting an examination in his case, — if he had no pro¬ 
tection to offer him. The governor signified he had none. Then 
Mr. C., gathering up his papers in a dignified maimer, bade him 
“ good-afternoon,” and walked out of the house. The governor 
seemed to have a sudden thought. He stepped out after him, and 
spoke to some of the ruffians a moment, when one of them told Mr. 
C. “ he could stay in Lecompton as long as he wanted to.” 
Judge C., with the wife of the counsel, rode out of town a short 
distance to wait for her husband. They were stopped by three 
men, armed with U. S. muskets, as they approached Westport, on 
their way back to Kansas city. The question whether they were 
armed was asked by one of the foot-pads; to which Mrs. C. 
replied, “No, sir.” They were then allowed to pass. Westport 
was full of armed men, and a large company were drilling in front 
of Milton McGee’s, two miles from Kansas city; but, for some 
reason, they were allowed to pass unmolested. 
The next morning, June 4th, Judge C. was sitting in the parlor, 
relating to three or four of us ladies his adventures of the three 
last weeks, his detention at Parkvilie by a mob, his arrest at 
Leavenworth by a gang of self-constituted authorities, and his 
being driven from Lecompton by an Irish bully, the governor 
acquiescing. We were all laughing merrily at the pictures he 
drew of his forlorn condition, being marched about at the point of 
the bayonet, and assuring us, in his own peculiar way, that it “did 
confuse a fellow’s ideas somewhat when he expected a punch from 
the bayonets every moment.” But, at this instant, a rough, burly 
fellow, red-faced, and with hair of yet more fiery color, came 
through the reading-room into the parlor. He came a little way 
towards Judge C., and called him to him. He then asked, “Is 
your name G.? ” 
“ It is, sir.” 
“You are my prisoner.” 
“ By what authority? ” said Judge C. 
The only reply was a rough grasp of the shoulder and wrist of 
Judge C., with the words, “ Come along,” as he rudely drew him 
into the reading-room. Mrs. C., the Philadelphia lady, and a 
brave Massachusetts woman in the house, were close to Judge C.’s 
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