streets
I met Mr. Philip Hines, who offered to take me through the crowd to
safety, and led me right into trouble. I was held up and searched. Ben
Turpin took my revolver from me and gave me this gash on my forehead
with the butt of it." I bathed and bound up Bently's wound, and he lay
himself upon the lounge in my dining-room, and being weak from the loss
of blood, soon dropped off to sleep. We were too frightened to lie down.
Thirty minutes elapsed. We heard the sound of footsteps approaching; the
door received a vigorous kick. "Hello!" came from without. "Say
Peterson! Don't be afraid; this is McGinn!" My husband opened the door.
"Is that you, Mr. Mac?" said he. "Yes, we are looking for that feller
Manly." "I guess he's far away," returned my husband. "Well, its good
for him that he is. Who's in there with you?" "My family." "Well, I
believe you, Peterson. Good night." The men went their way. We were
molested no more during the night, but shooting was kept up at intervals
in the neighborhood all night. Some citizens slept under their houses
for safety.

The morning of the 11th of November dawned clear and cold, and the
sufferings of those who were compelled to sleep in the open air were
terrible. At about nine o'clock Rev. Simons called at my house. He had
his wagon laden with comfortables for the suffering ones. "Hundreds are
in the woods," he said after greeting me, "and God only knows what their
sufferings were during the night."

"People of the Saxon race, whom we have trusted so implicitly, this is
your work, for which you must answer to God," and with his hand he
brushed away a tear. Together we rode to the woods, my husband remaining
home with the children. Far beyond "Jump and Run" we came upon quite a
crowd of women and children, who had built a large fire, and were
huddled about it. One woman, a tall creature, ran to meet us as we
approached with outstretched hands and a maniacal stare in her eyes.
"Where's my husband?" she shrieked. "Is it true he is killed? An' are
you comin' to kill me?" "No, my dear," answered the minister, "we come
to bring you comfort." "No! no! no!" she cried. "Tell me no more about
God. Hagar's children have no God. They are forsaken! Lost! lost! lost!"
Several women came up and took hold of the demented creature and led her
away. "She's los' her mind," said one. "She sat here las' night an' saw
her dear friend an' neighbor die in the agony of childbirth; and that,
with the news