"And then they went and caught a fat hog from a herd which had belonged to a now exiled brother, killed it and dragged it to my door, and departed.
"These men, who had come to murder us, left on the threshold of our door a meat offering to atone for their repented intention.
"Yet even when my son was well I could not leave the State, now accursed indeed to the saints.
"The mob had taken my horses, as they had the drove of horses, and the beeves, and the hogs, and wagons, and the tents, of the murdered and exiled.
"So I went down into Davies county (ten miles) to Captain Comstock, and demanded of him my horses. There was one of them in his yard. He said I could have it if I paid five dollars for its keep. I told him I had no money.
"I did not fear the captain of the mob, for I had the Lord's promise that nothing should hurt me. But his wife swore that the mobbers were fools for not killing the women and children as well as the men—declaring that we would 'breed up a pack ten times worse than the first.'
"I left without the captain's permission to take my horse, or giving pay for its keep; but I went into his yard and took it, and returned to our refuge unmolested.
"Learning that my other horse was at the mill, I next yoked up a pair of steers to a sled and went and demanded it also.
"Comstock was there at the mill. He gave me the horse, and then asked if I had any flour.
"'No; we have had none for weeks.'