My warning was in time.
We got father as quickly as we could to Lawrence, which was an abolition stronghold, and where he was safe for the time being.

He gradually got back a part of his strength, enough of it at any rate to enable him to take part in the repulse of a raid of Missourians who came over to burn Lawrence and lynch the Abolitionists.

They were driven back across the Missouri River by the Lawrence men, who trapped them into an ambush and so frightened them that for the present they rode on their raids no more.
When father returned to Salt Creek Valley the persecutions began again.
The gangsters drove off all our stock and killed all our pigs and even the chickens.

One night Judge Sharpe, a disreputable old alcoholic who had been elected a justice of the peace, came to the house and demanded a meal.

Mother, trembling for the safety of her husband, who lay sick upstairs, hastened to get it for him.