. Book of the Royal blue . ome to it. Mahala Doyle. N. B.—My son, John Doyle, whose life I beggedof you, is now grown up and is desirous of beingpresent at Charlestown on the day of your execu-tion, and will certainly be there if his means willpermit, and he might adjust the rope around yourneck if Gov. Wise would permit. M. D. From the Doyles, the party of butcherswent to the house of Dutch Henry. Hewas not at home, so his brother was shot,which seemed to do just as well. The immediate result of the Pottawa-tomie butchery was the liberation of theFree State party. Exaggerated accountsof the s
. Book of the Royal blue . ome to it. Mahala Doyle. N. B.—My son, John Doyle, whose life I beggedof you, is now grown up and is desirous of beingpresent at Charlestown on the day of your execu-tion, and will certainly be there if his means willpermit, and he might adjust the rope around yourneck if Gov. Wise would permit. M. D. From the Doyles, the party of butcherswent to the house of Dutch Henry. Hewas not at home, so his brother was shot,which seemed to do just as well. The immediate result of the Pottawa-tomie butchery was the liberation of theFree State party. Exaggerated accountsof the size of John Browns force wereprinted, and the newspapers commented sofreely upon the deed and its lesson, thatthe Pro-Slavery party was intimidated intoreleasing its prisoners fromboats and cellars. If affairs had been bad before, theywere worse than ever now. Judge S—of Washington, D. C, was in Kansas at thetime and in describing the condition ofaffairs says: It was in 1856 Kansassuffered most. One morning during that. * ■ .V jlfc mT fir-JB Ciljuw$«llt^ K HI ?■ . ™ K535M ... ^ii JBHlil e^S9 iiflK House of Mr. Allstadt, one of Browns the Kennedy farm. The Engine House, John Browns Fort. memorable year, while going from Leaven-worth to Lawrence I heard the report of apistol and a few rods in front of me I sawthe victim fall. Knowing the shot camefrom some place of concealment near by,I continued galloping my horse, lookingneither to the right nor the left. A fewrods farther I came face to face withanother fallen victim, who had a bullet holein his head. I knew that in all probabilityI too should rest beside him if I displayedthe slightest interest, so I whistled as Imade my way slowly to the brookside andcalmly watered my horse. Whenever two men met they ap-proached with pistols in hand with thesalutation, Free State or Slavery? or, Whar you from? Undoubtedly the twovictims fallen in my pathway had beenunable to answer satisfactorily and theresult wa
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