Mother told George and me to hide behind the door, while she talked to them.

They asked for a drink of water, but while they waited for it, one of them rode almost into the door, and looked around the room--we had only one room--evidently looking for father.

George became impatient, and kept whispering "Let me out, let me see a Border 'uffian.

I _will see_ a Border 'uffian." And he pulled loose from me and peeped around the edge of the door.
When father came home he brought some type, and some half-printed papers, blackened with powder, that he had picked up in the sand on the river bank at Lawrence, where the Border Ruffians had thrown the _Herald of Freedom_ press and papers into the river.

On the printed side of the papers was the article he had written about his last mob., Years afterwards I asked father what he was doing when he was gone from home in May and June, 1856.