would go if he could; he never knew before that
when he was in the hands of a Mormon he was in a bear's clutches.
I said:

"I will take you out if it will accommodate you."

Thus saying, I stepped out on the porch with him. I saw that he
was willing to go. This gave me new courage.

"Let me go, or I will blow your brains out when I get loose," he
said.

"There is one condition on which I will let you go, which is that
you will go home and be quiet and trouble me no more," I replied.

"I will settle with you for all this," was his answer.

It was in the month of July, and very warm. I had hugged him
closely, and he was growing weak. As I was in the act of dashing
him to the ground he begged of me, saying that if I would set him
loose he would go and trouble me no more. I let him fall to the
ground, handed him his gun, and let him live. When he got a
little distance away he began threatening me, and said he would
be revenged. When all had quieted down I retired to rest in the
upper story of my friend's house.

About one o'clock in the morning I was awakened by a voice which
I recognized as the voice of Mrs. Tucker. She informed me that
her husband was bent on my destruction, and he and ten men were
then waylaying my road, and advised me not to start in that
direction. Her husband had accused her of wetting the loads in
his gun to save my life; but she told me to be of good cheer and
put my trust in God, and that she had not regretted the steps she
had taken. I thanked her for her kindness, and begged her to
return home and not see me any more; that I was in the hands of
God, and He would protect me and deliver me safe; that her visits
would only make her husband more enraged at her.

At four o'clock I awoke, dressed myself, and ordered the servant
to saddle my horse. As the servant hitched my horse to the post
Tucker and several men appeared upon the ground. Tucker told the
servant that he would shoot him in two if he saddled my horse. I
spoke to Tucker, saluting him with the time of day. His reply
was:

"I have got you now."

Thus saying, he ordered his nephew to bring Esquire Walls
immediately.

After washing, I took my seat on the porch, and got out my Bible
to read. Tucker stood about ten steps from me to guard me and my
horse.

While this was the situation my old friend, the New Light
preacher with whom I was lodging, had a fine horse saddled and
hitched on the south side of the cornfield. He advis