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to send rides to Kansas? ” “I have lived several years in St. 
Louis, and have never broken any law of the state.” To such 
indignities and questionings have gentlemen been obliged to sub¬ 
mit at the hands of men who have been convicts for years in the 
penitentiary. It was amusing to see the indignation of the last 
gentleman, at such an examination, not having been through so 
thorough a process of breaking-in as Judge C. Every day only 
added to the enormities of the pro-slavery party. 
A Mr. Cantrell, recently from Missouri, but a free-state man, 
was taken prisoner on the evening of the 5th of June, by one of 
Gen. Whitfields scouting parties. On the next day he was car¬ 
ried down the Sante Fe road. At Cedar Creek he was taken out 
into a ravine by two men. Then there was a shot; — then the 
cry, “ 0, God, I am shot!—-1 am murdered!” Then another 
shot, and a long, piercing scream; —- another shot, and all was 
still! 
A Mr. Bailey narrowly escaped a violent death, and through 
many sufferings at last reached his friends. He had started from 
his home to get a load of provisions for himself and his neighbors. 
When near Bull Creek, Coleman, who had twenty men encamped 
close by, came and ordered him to stop there over night. Among 
these twenty men were Buckley and Hargous, his accomplices in 
the murder of Bow. In the morning his horses were missing 
their halters having been cut. The men expressed sympathy for 
his loss, and told him the horses could be found in the camp at 
Cedar Creek, and they proposed to go with him to find them. 
Before reaching Cedar Creek they met a company of two hundred 
men. A consultation was held with them, and Coleman said, 
“ There may be treachery used.” 
Soon after the company had passed on, three men took Mr. 
Bailey into the prairie about one hundred yards from the road, 
and demanded his money ; without hesitation, or one word of 
objection, he gave them forty-five dollars, all he had. One of the 
men then raised his gun as though he would fire. Mr. Bailey 
said, “ If you mean to kill me, you will kill a better man than 
yourself;” to which the ruffian, lowering his gun, replied, “I 
wish you to take off those pantaloons; perhaps they will get 
