In utter humiliation and disgust many of the squatters went home.

Caleb May did not get into the neighborhood till afternoon.

Before he got to the place of voting, he met Joseph Potter, and on hearing what was done he threw his hat on the ground, and in a towering rage protested he would no longer vote with a party that would treat the people of the Territory in such a way as that.

This was done in March, but so far as any public expression of sentiment was concerned, the people seemed dumb.

No public meeting was called in the way of protest till the next September, and that meeting was held at Big Springs, sixty miles from Atchison.
But if there was no public protest, there was plenty of it in private.
The men from the State of Missouri grew sick at heart.