Sidney Rigdon, JS, et al., Petition Draft (“To the Publick”), circa 1838–1839

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while others were engaged in gathering in their crop for the winter consumption. The weather was very pleasant; the sun shone clear; all was tranquil. and no one expressed any apprehensions of the awful crisis that was near us even at our doors
It was about four o’clock, while sitting in my cabbin with my babe in my arms, and my standing <att> by my side the door being open I cast my eyes on the opposite <bank> of , and saw a large company of armed men on horses directing their course towards the mills with all possible speed As they anvanced through the scattering trees that stood on the edge of the prairie, they seem’d to form themselves into a three square position forming a vanguard 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 blacksmiths shop into which our friends had fled for safety, and charging up to the shop the cracks of which between the logs were sufficently 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. whos 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 & leaving the house on the opposite side I took a path which led up the hill follo[w]ing in the trail of three of my brethren that had fled from the shop [p. [38[c]]]
while others were engaged in gathering in their crop for the winter consumption. The weather was very pleasant; the sun shone clear; all was tranquil. and no one expressed any apprehensions of the awful crisis that was near us even at our doors
It was about four o’clock, while sitting in my cabbin with my babe in my arms, and my standing by my side the door being open I cast my eyes on the opposite bank of , and saw a large company of armed men on horses directing their course towards the mills with all possible speed As they anvanced through the scattering trees that stood on the edge of the prairie, they seem’d to form themselves into a three square position forming a vanguard 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 blacksmiths shop into which our friends had fled for safety, and charging up to the shop the cracks of which between the logs were sufficently 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. whos 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 & 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 [p. [38[c]]]
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