The Governor had sought the privilege of addressing the Free State people on this question of voting, which he made his hobby.

It was at a meeting at Big Springs.Gen.Lane was present, as also were a large number of Free State men, and the Governor had pressed on them, as the only road out of their difficulties, the necessity of voting at those Territorial elections, which alone were recognized by the government at Washington.
Gen.

Lane arose to reply, and in a speech of terrible energy and power he arraigned the Lecompton party for all their wrongs and outrages; then, when he had reached the climax of his argument, he leaned forward, and, looking at Mr.Walker from beneath his shaggy eyebrows with his deepset, piercing black eyes, and shaking at him his long bony finger, his whole frame quivering with passion, he said in his deep guttural tones, which seemed more like the growl of a savage wild beast than the voice of a human being: "_Gov-er-nor Wal-ker, y-o-u c-a-n-'t con-t-r-ol your allies!_" The effect was prodigious; and the Free State men were swept away as with a whirlwind.

Even Gov.

Walker felt the force of the appeal.