I shall never forget the feeling of deep sympathy and regard manifested in the countenance of Br. Joseph as he drew nigh to & leaning over him exclaimed; “Oh! My poor dear brother !” He, however, instantly arose, and with a firm quick step and a determined expression of countenance approached the door, and pulling the six shooter <​left by ,​> from his pocket, opened the door slightly and fired <​snapped​> the the pistol six sucessive times; only three of the barrels, however, discharged. I afterwards understood that <​two or​> two of <​three​> were wounded by these discharges, two of whom <​I am informed​> died. I had in my hands a large strong hickory stick, brought there by and left by him, and which I had seized as soon as I saw the mob approach; and while br. Joseph was firing the pistol I stood close behind him.

As soon as he had discharged it he stepped back and I immediately took his place next the door, whilst he occupied the one I had done while he was shooting. , at this time, had a knotty walking stick in his hands belonging to me & and stood next to Br. Joseph, a little further from the door in an oblique direction, apparently to avoid the rake of the fire from the door. The firing of Br. Joseph made our assailants pause for a moment, very soon after, however, they pushed the door some distance open and protruded and discharged their guns into the room when I parried them off with my stick, giving another direction to the balls.

It certainly was a terrible scene; streams [p. 49[a]]