Having remained only a few moments, I went to my buggy to resume my journey, when I was assaulted by Robert S.Kelley, co-editor of the _Squatter Sovereign_, and others, was dragged into a saloon, and there surrounded by a company of South Carolinians, who are reported to have been sent out by a Southern Emigrant Aid Society.

In this last mob I recognized only two that were citizens of Atchison or engaged in the former mob.

It is not reported that these emigrants from the Palmetto State seek out a claim, and make for themselves a home, neither do they enter into any legitimate business.

They very expressively describe themselves as having _come out to see Kansas through._ They yelled, "Kill him! Kill him! Hang the Abolitionist." One of their number bristled up to me and said, "Have you got a revolver ?" I answered, "No." He handed me a pistol and said, "There, take that, and stand off ten steps; and I will blow you through in an instant." I replied, "I have no use for your weapon." I afterwards heard them congratulating themselves in reference to this, that they had acted in an honorable manner with me.

The fellow was furious; but his companions dissuaded him from shooting me, saying they were going to hang me.
They pinioned my arms behind my back, obtained a rope, but were interrupted by the entrance of a stranger--a gentleman from Missouri, since ascertained to be Judge Tutt, a lawyer from St.Joseph.He said: "My friends, hear me.