They said, "If we had known it would come out in this way, we would have let shoot Butler at the first.

He would have done it quicker than a flash." One little, sharp-visaged, dark-featured South Carolinian, who seemed to be the leader of the gang, was particularly displeased.
With bitter curses he said, "I am not come all the way from South Carolina, spending so much money to do things up in such milk-and-water style as this." They stripped me naked to my waist, covered my body with tar, and for the want of feathers applied cotton.

Having appointed a committee of seven to certainly hang me the next time I should come into Atchison, they tossed my clothes into my buggy, put me therein, accompanied me to the outskirts of the town, and sent me naked out upon the prairie.

It was a cold, bleak day.

I adjusted my attire about me as best I could, and hastened to rejoin my wife and little ones on the banks of the Stranger Creek.