of fire as thick as my arm passed by me as these men fired; and unarmed, as we were, it looked like certain death. I remember feeling as though my time had come; but I do not know when, in any critical position I was more calm, unruffled and energetic, and acted with more promptness and decision. It certainly was far from pleasant to be so near the muzzles of those fire arms as they belched forth their liquid flame and deadly balls. while I was engaged in parying the guns Br. Joseph Said; “That’s right , parry them off as well as you can.” These were the last words I ever heard him speak on earth.
Every moment the crowd at the door became more dense as they were unquestionably pressed on by those in the rear ascending the stairs untill the whole entrance, at the door was litterally crowded with muskets and rifles; whilst with the swearing, shouting and demoniacal expressions, of those outside the door and on the stairs & the firing of guns mingled with their horrid oaths and execrations made it look like pandemonium let loose, and was, indeed a fit representatio[n] of the horrid deed in which they were en[ga]ged.
After parrying the guns for some tim[e] which now protruded thicker and further into the room, and seeing no hope of escape, or protection there, as we were <now> s[ur]rounded unarmed, it occurred to me [that] we might have some friends outside [illegible] [p. 49[b]]