had no sooner laid down when I was agreeably
surprised to see my brother George step into the room--a young man
about twenty years of age, and brave as a lion. Like a sleuth-hound he
had scented me out. It was then between eight and nine o'clock. In
presence of Hathaway, Breen and the host, we held a hurried
conversation. George was armed and on horseback, but his horse was
completely fagged out. He said:

"I will ride to town, and if met by the mob on the road, I will put
spurs to my horse and give the officer an alarm."

I tried to dissuade him from running any risk, but he would not listen
to me. He said:

"I will ride towards town; if I reach there without encountering the
mob I will get a fresh horse and stand guard at the bridge."

He then left. I afterward learned that he reached town with his horse
completely broken down, and applied to all their livery stables for
another, but was told that they were all engaged (doubtless to the
mob).

After my brother's departure, the deputy sheriff removed one of the
hand-cuffs from my wrist, fastened it on his own, and got in bed with
me, Hathaway and Powell, the proprietors of the house, standing guard.
Shortly after Breen retired I dropped off asleep. I had slept for some
time when I heard Hathaway call to Breen in an undertone:

"Wake up, Nick, they are coming!"

I immediately awoke my sleeping bed-fellow, who, jumping up, listened
for a moment. Breen stopped to listen again, when Hathaway exclaimed,
"For God's sake, Nick, hurry up; they are right here!" Hathaway was
white as a sheet, and held a double-barreled shot-gun in his hands in
a determined manner, while Breen hastily picked up his pants from the
floor, took out the key of the hand-cuffs, and taking me by my
extended wrist, loosened it (it seemed an age, while he was feeling in
his pocket for the key). At this instant I heard the fiends for the
first time. They were then about one hundred yards from the house. I
hurriedly put on my pants, shoes and vest, and catching up my coat, I
made a hasty exit out of the back door. As I did so, a terrible shout
went up from the throats of the mob, which sounded like the yells of
devils from the lower regions, and I thought they had discovered me as
I passed out of the door. As soon as I reached the open air I got down
on my hands and knees and crawled very softly about fifty yards from
the house, when I stopped and put my ear to the ground to see if they
were yet on