CHAPTER XXI. 
THE U. S. CAMP — DISPERSION OF THE LEGISLATURE. 
Early on the morning of the 17th, with a brother of my hus¬ 
band, and a friend, I left for Lecompton, or for Uncle Sam’s Bas- 
tile on the Kansas prairies, which had been moved a mile and a 
half, or two miles, from that tribunal of justice. It was only a 
day or two since persons had been allowed to go in, and some 
doubt existed whether I could have the privilege. We came in 
sight of the tents. There were three in one row, with poles set 
along in front, and cloth spread over them, and upon the tents, 
making a long shady place, which E. told me was called the 
“ pavilion.” The tents being a few feet apart, the cloth stretch¬ 
ing over them, made a fine place to sit, for the table and all culi¬ 
nary arrangements. Another row of tents was pitched in front of 
these, with only a driveway between, while the captain’s tent was 
on a rise of ground a little distant. 
The carriage was driven to the officers’ tent, and A. went to 
inquire if we could go in. He looked vexed as he returned, and 
said, “ You can go in.” I said, “ Can’t you go too ? ” “ Not with¬ 
out going to Jones, for a pass, and unless C. wants to see me very 
much, I’ll not go to him.” 
I ran down, and met my husband just outside the tent; the sen¬ 
tinel was pacing back and forth, close to the pavilion, musket in 
hand. He stopped a half moment at the sight of a new face, then 
resumed the everlasting tread. I went back to tell A. that C. 
wished to see him, and he started for Lecompton. The prisoners 
looked well, with the exception of Judge S., who was suffering with 
chills, and were contented, and hopeful that their imprisonment 
would accomplish more good than their liberty could. The prison- 
