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commercial point in the West, and now holds the first rank in size 
in the territory. 
As the evening was fast coming, we emerged from the heavy 
timber on the north bank of the Kansas, and waited for the ferry¬ 
boat on the other side of the river. 
Desolation sat in the despoiled city; the one broken wall of the 
hotel was yet standing; there was no home on Mt. Oread; plun¬ 
der and fire had wrought the ruin there, and the destructiveness 
of the mob had only been satiated by the girdling of every tree 
transplanted there. 
Still there was a home-feeling in getting back to Lawrence, 
notwithstanding my husband was in prison and myself homeless. 
And most heartily were the glad assurances of welcome and inter¬ 
est, from many friends clustered around, reciprocated. 
There was a new excitement in Lawrence. A man, by the name 
of Hopkins, had been shot the evening before. He was found 
dead in the house of a new comer, named Haney. The circum¬ 
stances seemed to prove that, in attempting to rid the world of a 
monster who had boasted of having killed three men and four 
Indians, he was himself shot. The immediate cause of the feeling 
against Haney was, his having acted as deputy sheriff of Douglas 
County in the arrest of David Evans, familiarly known as “ Buck¬ 
skin.” This Evans was the man who effectually cowed the pro¬ 
slavery men, and especially the Hungarian doctor, in the case of 
the free black man, the summer before. Evans, being a Missou¬ 
rian, and a free-state man, was exposed, as all other free-state 
men coming from slave states are, to the intense bitterness of the 
border ruffians. The dragoon government was set in motion. 
Haney, with fourteen dragoons, stopped and inquired for “ Dave.” 
He being the one accosted, and suspecting some foul play, told 
them he was “ round there.” As they went to look for him, 
“ Dave ” was fast nearing the ravine; but they espied him, and, 
with a loud halloo, hastened after him, while Haney shouted, 
“ Shoot him ! shoot him ! shoot the d-d rascal! ” The officer 
in command cried, “ Don’t shoot,” but at the cry, “ shoot him,” 
Dave had stopped. Haney demanded his arms, but Evans, dis¬ 
daining to notice him, said to the officer of the dragoons, stepping 
