On the 17th of August, the Border Ruffians of the town of Atchison sent me down the Missouri River on a raft.

We parted under a mutual pledge: I pledged myself that if my life was spared I would come back to Atchison, and they pledged themselves that if I did come back they would hang me.

Faithful to my promise, in November last I returned to Kansas, and visited Atchison in open day, announced myself on hand, and returned without molestation.

Kansas being sparsely settled, without churches or meeting-houses, it was determined that Mrs.Butler should live on our claim with her brother and her brother's wife, while I should return to Illinois, and resume my labors as a preacher.
April 30th I returned to Kansas, crossing the Missouri River into Atchison.

I spoke with no one in the town, save with two merchants of the place, with whom I have had business transactions since my first arrival in the Territory.