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side. The rude law-and-order man stated that Jones had just been 
shot, and was dead, and that Judge C. was the murderer. 
Mrs. C. said, “ Judge C. is a friend of ours, and he is an inno¬ 
cent man.” 
Some men of Kansas city, at work on the levee, in front of the 
hotef, had gathered near. The official appealed to them for help ; 
but not a hand was raised to aid him, while he declared “he 
would not give a ‘ ftp ’ for such a town as that.” Seeing how 
matters stood, that he was to get no help, he said “ he was mis¬ 
taken in the man,” and spoke of two other free-state men as 
implicated in the pretended assassination of the day before, who 
had been in the states since January, and were not yet in the 
territory. 
Tie then said, “Were you not driven out of Leavenworth?” 
“ I was told to go, sir.” 
To Judge C.’s explanation that he was now on his way to Balti¬ 
more, his home, the burly fellow said “it was also his home.” 
“What may your name be? perhaps I may know you,” said 
the judge. 
“My name is Hughes.” Then Mr. Hughes made his parting 
address: “Well, C., you go to your home, and do as man ought 
to do to man.” 
“ I will, sir.” 
“Don’t tell any of your infernal lies when you get to Balti¬ 
more.” 
“ I shall tell no lies, sir.” 
The truth in his case, he doubtless thought, as we did, would 
be all-sufficient to rouse the feelings of American citizens against 
the outrages committed here at slavery’s bidding. A gentleman 
from Lawrence, whom Brewerton had pointed out as having shot 
at a Mr. Cox, in the melee passed directly through the crowd 
from the office, to a safer place. Another, from St. Louis, was 
introduced to the same Hughes, by a bystander, as a “ shipper 
of Sharpe’s rifles.” The law-and-order man dilated his eyes, and 
asked the gentleman if that was his business. He replied, “ he 
was a commission merchant, and whatever boxes came, shipped 
to his care, he sent forward.” “ Did he not know he had no right 
