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after her family at home. They were informed by the captain 
that they “ could not come into the tents.” Afterwards an unwill¬ 
ing consent was given that “ E. could come in, and Mrs. J. go to 
Lawrence; but Mrs. J could not come back until after the sixth, 
and not then if there was any trouble at Topeka.” 
Mr. P. asked “ what authority he had for such restrictions; ” 
and the officer’s reply was, “ I have authority.” Mr. Deitzlor 
also asked him “ if he had orders from the marshal; ” and his reply, 
given with a good deal of hesitancy, and an evident effort at dig¬ 
nity, “ I do not act without orders,” was certainly equivocal. 
After the carriage conveying our disappointed visitors back to 
Lawrence was fairly out of sight, Capt. W. returned to our tents, 
saying, “ I forgot to mention that I shall move camp in about an 
hour. I will have a wagon here to convey you there.” So, with 
finishing getting dinner, etc., the hour passed away, and Cok Titus’ 
big wagon, greasy from having transported bacon, was obliged to 
wait a half hour, while I washed, and Mr. Deitzler dried the 
dishes, Judge Smith and my husband packing them in boxes and 
baskets. Mrs. J. was busy in other matters preparatory to a 
move, while the rest were striking the tents, and taking down our 
pavilion. At last we were packed in with bags, baskets, and any¬ 
thing we preferred carrying in our own care, and jolted along the 
mile and a half in a scorching sun. A mule team was in advance. 
Some of the blue coats rode each side of us, and the main body 
of this portion of the President’s army of subjugation brought up 
the rear. Out in the prairie, less than a mile from Lecompton, we 
came to a double log cabin, and as we alighted, and our chairs 
were taken from the wagon, the captain, pointing to the right hand 
cabin, said, “ You can go in there, and stay.” We went in. There 
was no window, and no air in the cabin ; but a woman, dressed in 
bright-red calico, with blue undersleeves, black mits, and shingle 
sun-bonnet, sat there sewing on a muslin of gay colors, in stripes 
of exceeding width. My husband said something to her ; but she 
seemed anything but social, and we took our chairs and walked out 
again. The space between the buildings was shady; so we sat 
there and read our newspapers, and looked at the men as they 
pitched the tents in the real the cabin. 
