the Court Martial when we were sentenced to death, was now the circuit Judge of that pretended court and the grand Jury that was empannelled were all at the Massacre at and lively actors in that awful, solemn & disgraceful cool blooded murder and all the pretence they made of excuse <​was​> “they had done it because the ordered them to do it”— The same Jury sat as Jury in the day time and were placed over <​us​> as a guard in the night time: they tantalized & boasted over us of their great achievements at & <​at​> other places, telling us “how many houses they had burned & how many sheep cattle & hogs they had driven off belonging to the Mormons and how many rapes they had committed, and what squealing and kicking there was amongst the damned bitches”— Saying that “they lashed one women upon one of the damned mormon meeting house benches, tying her hands and her feet fast and sixteen of them abused her as much as they had a mind to & then left her bound <​& exposed​> in that <​distressed​> condition”— These fiends of the lower regions boasted of these acts of barbarity and tantalised our feelings with them for ten days. We had heard of these acts of cruelty previous to this time, but we were slow to believe that such acts of cruelty had been perpetrated, the lady who was the subject of their brutality, did not recover her health, to be able to help herself for more than three months afterwards— This grand jury constantly celebrated their achievements with grog & glass in hand like the indian warriors at their war dances singing & telling each other of their exploits, & great in murdering the Mormons, in plundering their houses & carrying off their property, at the end of every song they would bring in the chorus “God damn God”, “God damn Jesus Christ, God damn the presbyterians, God damn the baptists, God damn the Methodists, reiterating one sect after another [p. 24]