There was a man living in the western part of the county named Barnett, who was a man of considerable attainment, and had been a member of the Christian Church.

But he was given to drink.

His wife, however, who was an excellent Christian woman, remained steadfast to the church, and Barnett, as he saw his hold on the church and his hope of heaven slipping away from him, clung the more loyally to his wife, as though her Christian excellencies would save them both.

At her request he invited me to preach a sermon at his house, and I consented.

But when the South Carolinians in Atchison heard of it, they sent an insulting message to Barnett that they would come and shoot me.