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

BAKED AND BOILED.
my wife and his, and unlocked the outside door, when water
was brought, and the fire put out with difficulty, and after
a long time. The floor over our cell was made of two thicknesses of logs, and about two feet and a half through. Into
this the fire had made its way, burning the upper tier of logs.
Our cell became very hot, and the jailer would not let us out.
It did us good to hear my wife talk to him about his inhumanity in keeping us locked up, etc., etc., to all of which he
could only answer, "But, Madam I" "But, Madam!" When
the water was brought and poured upon the fire, we were in
danger of being drowned as well as burned to death, for it
ran through the floor above, and through the open rivet-holes
in the iron into our cell, sometimes almost boiling hot, for
the iron hissed when the water touched it. We could not
shelter ourselves from it, and had to stand on our bed in
order to keep our feet out of it, and bear it as best we
could.
On the evening of the 23d, the sheriff, the jailer, and the
guards came to our cell and informed us that everything
was prepared, and that we were to be taken to St. Joseph
the next morning. They then asked what we would do to
them if we got clear and ever caught them in Kansas. I
told them that we would feed them and leave it to others
to hang them. They laughed'and said they thought they
had treated us as well as could be expected under the
circumstances, considering the excitement attending the
arrest and subsequent proceedings. I complained that we
had been confined in an iron box inside of a jail in total
darkness, when we were unconvicted of any crime, and
the jailer replied: "I tell you what it is, doctor, I've heard
that some of you Kansas fellows that were out against
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