History, 1838–1856, volume A-1 [23 December 1805–30 August 1834]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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afraid I’ve killed him.”— Killed who? asked some one;  when Poorman hastily related the circumstance  of the rencounter near the corn field, and went  into the shed and hid himself. soon recovered so as to come to the house, when  the whole mystery was quickly solved concerning  the difficulty between him and Poorman, who,  on learning, the facts, joyfully came from his hi ding place.
My friends spent the night in scraping and  removing the tar, and washing and Cleansing my  body, so that by morning I was ready to be clothed  again. This being the sabbath morning, the people  assembled for meeting at the usual hour of worship,  and among them came also the Mobbers; viz, , a campbellite Preacher, and leader of the mob;  one Mc.Clentic, who had his hands in my hair;  One Streeter, son of a campbellite Minister; and  Felatiah Allen, Esquire, who gave the mob a barrel  of whiskey to raise their spirits; and many others;  With my flesh all scarfied and defaced, I preached  to the congregation as usual, and on the afternoon  of the same day three individuals.
The next morning I went to see , and  found him crazy, and his head highly inflamed, for they  had dragged him by his heels, and those, too, so high  from the earth he could not raise his head from the  rough frozen surface, which lacerated it exceedingly;  and when he saw me he called to his wife to bring him  his razor. She asked him what he wanted of it? and  he replied, to kill me. Sister Rigdon left the room and  he asked me to bring his razor: I asked him what he  wanted of it, and he replied he wanted to kill his wife,  and he continued delirious some days. The feathers which  were used with the tar on this occasion, the mob took  out of s house. After they had seized  him, and dragged him out. one of the banditti  returned to get some pillows; when the women shut  him in and kept him some time. [p. 208]
afraid I’ve killed him.”— Killed who? asked some one; when Poorman hastily related the circumstance of the rencounter near the corn field, and went into the shed and hid himself. soon recovered so as to come to the house, when the whole mystery was quickly solved concerning the difficulty between him and Poorman, who, on learning, the facts, joyfully came from his hiding place.
My friends spent the night in scraping and removing the tar, and washing and Cleansing my body, so that by morning I was ready to be clothed again. This being the sabbath morning, the people assembled for meeting at the usual hour of worship, and among them came also the Mobbers; viz, , a campbellite Preacher, and leader of the mob; one Mc.Clentic, who had his hands in my hair; One Streeter, son of a campbellite Minister; and Felatiah Allen, Esquire, who gave the mob a barrel of whiskey to raise their spirits; and many others; With my flesh all scarfied and defaced, I preached to the congregation as usual, and on the afternoon of the same day three individuals.
The next morning I went to see , and found him crazy, and his head highly inflamed, for they had dragged him by his heels, and those, too, so high from the earth he could not raise his head from the rough frozen surface, which lacerated it exceedingly; and when he saw me he called to his wife to bring him his razor. She asked him what he wanted of it? and he replied, to kill me. Sister Rigdon left the room and he asked me to bring his razor: I asked him what he wanted of it, and he replied he wanted to kill his wife, and he continued delirious some days. The feathers which were used with the tar on this occasion, the mob took out of s house. After they had seized him, and dragged him out. one of the banditti returned to get some pillows; when the women shut him in and kept him some time. [p. 208]
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