The narrative of John Doy, of Lawrence, Kansas ...: Printed for the author.

CHAPTER VI.
LANDING AT WESTON-A MISSOURI MOB.
As we landed, we were greeted by the most unearthly
conceivable yelling and swearing. The firing of guns and
pistols, the ringing of bells, and the hideous combination
of other noises, made it appear as ifall the evil spirits had
been let loose at once. I doubt if they could.exhibit more
malignity in gloating over their victims, than did those
howling ruffians in the streets of Weston, over the captives
who had fallen into their power.
The colored people, with Charles and Clough, were
again put into the wagon, and I was forced to mount
my horse, amid the yells and execrations of the infuriated
mob. Our captors surrounded us, and thus attended, we
were paraded through the town for the space of an hour,
which seemed much longer to us.
As we went on, the shouts rang up fierce and loud; the
crowd pressed upon me as I sat on my horse; my coat
was nearly torn from my back; the skirts and sleeves were
rent in pieces, and divided among the mob as relics of a "live
abolitionist." Thus pushed and mauled, struck and insulted,
with every indignity that can be conceived offered to oqr
persons, amid cries of "Hang him I Hang him! Hang the
d d nigger-thief I Burn the c. d abolitionist I" and
so on, we were made to take part in this fit triumphal ovation to the cruel and bloody demon of SLAVERY I
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