There were many men in the crowd and they were all drunk, yelling and shooting their pistols in the air.

They caught sight of us immediately and a few of them advanced toward us as we rode up.

Father expected trouble, but he was not a man to turn back.

We rode quietly up to them, and were about to continue on past when one of them yelled: "There's that abolition cuss now.

Git him up here and make him declar' hisself!" "Git off that hoss, Cody!" shouted another.
By this time more than a dozen men were crowding about father, cursing and abusing him.