They had, furthermore, resolved that no abolitionist should thereafter be allowed to preach in the city.
These brethren explained that, as I would be called on and interrogated by a committee, they thought it would be better that this should be done by friends, than that I should be questioned by strangers.
"_Are You an Abolitionist_ ?" I was angry with myself for having consented to preach a sermon after being met with such a question.

But by mine host, Bro.

Graves, I was treated with the most frank and manly courtesy, albeit that he was brother to the man that shot a brother congressman in a duel with rifles.

He seemed to feel like the town clerk at Ephesus: "What man is there that knoweth not that the city of the Ephesians is a worshiper of the great goddess Diana, and of the image that fell down from Jupiter?
Seeing then that these things can not be spoken against, ye ought to be quiet and do nothing rashly." The Hannibal & St.Joseph Railroad was just being located through the city, yet the town was a dead town, though it was surrounded by a fertile and prosperous country.Bro.Graves seemed awake to all its advantages, and pressed me to remain, pointing out the rapid advance that must take place in the value of its property.

But I kept thinking of the question: "Are you an abolitionist ?" and bade him farewell.
At nightfall I found myself beyond Gallatin, on the road to St.Joseph.
As there were no hotels I called at a private house and was hospitably received.