afraid I’ve killed him.”— Killed who? asked some one; when Poorman hastily related the circumstance of the rencounter near the corn field, and went into the shed and hid himself. soon recovered so as to come to the house, when the whole mystery was quickly solved concerning the difficulty between him and Poorman, who, on learning, the facts, joyfully came from his hi ding place.
My friends spent the night in scraping and removing the tar, and washing and Cleansing my body, so that by morning I was ready to be clothed again. This being the sabbath morning, the people assembled for meeting at the usual hour of worship, and among them came also the Mobbers; viz, , a campbellite Preacher, and leader of the mob; one Mc.Clentic, who had his hands in my hair; One Streeter, son of a
campbellite Minister; and Felatiah Allen, Esquire, who gave the mob a barrel of whiskey to raise their spirits; and many others; With my flesh all scarfied and defaced, I preached to the congregation as usual, and on the afternoon of the same day three individuals.
The next morning I went to see Rigdon , and found him crazy, and his head highly inflamed, for they had dragged him by his heels, and those, too, so high from the earth he could not raise his head from the rough frozen surface, which lacerated it exceedingly; and when he saw me he called to his wife to bring him his razor. She asked him what he wanted of it? and he replied, to kill me. Sister Rigdon left the room and he asked me to bring his razor: I asked him what he wanted of it, and he replied he wanted to kill his wife, and he continued delirious some days. The feathers which were used with the tar on this occasion, the mob took out of s house. After they had seized him, and dragged him out. one of the banditti returned to get some pillows; when the women shut him in and kept him some time. [p. 208]