Oliphant with whom I had lodged.

He was a brusque, blunt-spoken, honest, anti-slavery Northern Methodist preacher.

He said bluntly at the table: "Well, Mr.Butler, they treated you rather roughly at At-Atchison, did they not ?" I said, "Yes--" attempted to say more, broke down and left the table, and went out of the house.

My heart was not as hard here, among sympathizing friends, as it had been the day before, when I had to face a raging mob.

When I returned no mother could be more tender seeking out the hurt of her boy bruised in a rough encounter with his fellows, than was Oliver Steele.