My mother and a driver accordingly went there with him, where his wounds were dressed.

He remained in Weston several weeks before he was able to stir about again, but he never fully recovered from the wounds, which eventually proved the cause of his death.
[Illustration: MY FATHER STABBED] My uncle of course at once discharged the ruffian from his employ.

The man afterwards became a noted desperado, and was quite conspicuous in the Kansas war.
My father's indiscreet speech at Rively's brought upon our family all of the misfortunes and difficulties which from that time on befell us.

As soon as he was able to attend to his business again, the Missourians began to harass him in every possible way, and kept it up with hardly a moment's cessation.

Kickapoo City, as it was called, a small town that had sprung into existence seven miles up the river from Fort Leavenworth, became the hot-bed of the pro-slavery doctrine and the headquarters of its advocates.