Looking Backwards (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from Looking BackwardsWe were given a mock trial, found guilty of being spies, and condemned to hang. Lowe's house was a double cabin with a porch in front. The halter-ropes were hung up underneath this porch. Lunch was then called. We were taken in and seated at the first table, but we had small appetites. As I went in I noticed as a guard at the door a South Carolinian about seven feet tall and as thin as a match, and thought if he was cut in two in the middle he would make two men. On the table, stuck into a ham, was a long-bladed butcher-knife. I resolved that on rising from the table I would grab the knife and make an effort to fight 'my way out. I knew they would shoot us, but that would beat hanging. If we remained quiet we would certainly hang. Just as we got through eating, Bill Dyer, who had left his wife at Easton and returned to go with us, came up. Our captors told him they were going to furnish a little fun by hanging us. He said, N o, I 'll be damned if you do, and told them to bring up our horses. As he was the leading pro-slavery man of that county they obeyed him, though with a bad grace, and stood open-mouthed when we rode away. We left Hickory Point immediately, and proceeded towards Lawrence by way of Lecompton. On reaching Lecompton I went up to the hotel and to bed. I slept all night, and after an early breakfast we proceeded towards Lawrence. We 'met Governor Geary and his escort on the road. He inquired who we were, evidently seeing that we were a mixed company, and told us to go on and behave ourselves. Any one with one eye could tell a pro-slavery man as soon as he saw him.At Lawrence we found that Harvey's camp was about amile from town, and went out to it. There I found Mr. Adams, and had an introduction toin the brush, which convinced me that they were free-state people. After eating a bowl of chicken broth I felt greatly revived, and continued my jour ney on horseback, cutting across country in the direction of Easton.When I was about three miles from home, I heard some one call, Halloo.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.