Sidney Rigdon, Appeal to the American People, 1840

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of , and saw a large company of armed men  on horses, directing their course towards the mills, with  all possible speed. As they advanced through the scat tering trees that stood on the edge of the prairie, they  seemed to form themselves into a three square position,  forming a van guard in front. At this moment, David  Evans, seeing the superiority of their numbers (there be ing two hundred and forty of them, according to their  own account) swung his hat and cried for peace. This  not being heeded, they continued to advance, and their  leader, , fired a gun, which was followed  by a solemn pause of ten or twelve seconds, when, all  at once, they discharged about one hundred rifles, aiming  at a black-smith’s shop, into which our friends had fled  for safety: and charging up to the shop, the cracks of  which between the logs were sufficiently large to enable  them to aim directly at the bodies of those who had there  fled for refuge from the fire of their murderers. There  were several families tented in rear of the shop, whose  lives were exposed, and amidst a shower of bullets, fled  to the woods in different directions. After standing and  gazing on this bloody scene for a few minutes, and find ing myself in the utmost danger, the bullets having reach ed the house where I was living, I committed my family  to the protection of heaven, and leaving the house on the  opposite side, I took a path which led up the hill, follow ing in the trail of three of my brethren that had fled from  the shop. While ascending the hill, we were discovered  by the mob, who immediately fired at us and continued  so to do, till we reached the summit. In discending the  hill, I secreted myself in a thicket of bushes, where I lay  till eight o’clock in the evening, at which time I heard a  female voice calling my name in an under tone, telling  me that the mob had gone and there was no danger. I  immediately left the thicket and went to the house of  Benjamin Lewis, where I found my family (who had fled  there) in safety, and two of my friends mortally wounded,  one of whom died before morning.
Here we passed that awful night in deep and painful  reflections on the scenes of the preceding evening. Af ter day light appeared, some four or five men with my [p. 54]
of , and saw a large company of armed men on horses, directing their course towards the mills, with all possible speed. As they advanced through the scattering trees that stood on the edge of the prairie, they seemed to form themselves into a three square position, forming a van guard in front. At this moment, David Evans, seeing the superiority of their numbers (there being two hundred and forty of them, according to their own account) swung his hat and cried for peace. This not being heeded, they continued to advance, and their leader, , fired a gun, which was followed by a solemn pause of ten or twelve seconds, when, all at once, they discharged about one hundred rifles, aiming at a black-smith’s shop, into which our friends had fled for safety: and charging up to the shop, the cracks of which between the logs were sufficiently large to enable them to aim directly at the bodies of those who had there fled for refuge from the fire of their murderers. There were several families tented in rear of the shop, whose lives were exposed, and amidst a shower of bullets, fled to the woods in different directions. After standing and gazing on this bloody scene for a few minutes, and finding myself in the utmost danger, the bullets having reached the house where I was living, I committed my family to the protection of heaven, and leaving the house on the opposite side, I took a path which led up the hill, following in the trail of three of my brethren that had fled from the shop. While ascending the hill, we were discovered by the mob, who immediately fired at us and continued so to do, till we reached the summit. In discending the hill, I secreted myself in a thicket of bushes, where I lay till eight o’clock in the evening, at which time I heard a female voice calling my name in an under tone, telling me that the mob had gone and there was no danger. I immediately left the thicket and went to the house of Benjamin Lewis, where I found my family (who had fled there) in safety, and two of my friends mortally wounded, one of whom died before morning.
Here we passed that awful night in deep and painful reflections on the scenes of the preceding evening. After day light appeared, some four or five men with my [p. 54]
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