LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL.

feet, and ran around the room as though he was frightened;
but he was quieted when we informed him we were friends.

The cause of his fright was, he had shot a panther a few
nights before, and he thought its mate had jumped upon
him.

He asked us what we wanted; we told him we wished to
stop with him all night, and would like something to eat. He
informed us we might lay on the floor as he did, but that he
had not a mouthful for us to eat, as he had to depend on his
gun to get breakfast for his family in the morning. So we
lay on the bare floor, and slept through a long, rainy night,
which was pretty hard after walking sixty miles without any-
thing to eat. That was the hardest day's work of my life.

The man's name was Williams. He was in the mob in
Jackson County; and after the Saints were driven out, he,
with many others, went south.

We got up in the morning and walked in the rain twelve
miles to the house of a man named Bemon, who was also
one of the mob from Jackson County. They were about
sitting down to breakfast as we came in.

In those days it was the custom of the Missourians to ask
you to eat even if they intended to cut your throat as soon as
you got through; so he asked us to take breakfast, and we
were very glad of the invitation.

He knew we were "Mormons;" and as soon as we began to
eat he began to swear about the "Mormons." He had a large
platter of bacon and eggs, and plenty of bread on the table,
and his swearing did not hinder our eating, for the harder he
swore the harder we ate, until we got our stomachs full;
then we arose from the table, took our hats, thanked him for
our breakfast, and the last we heard of him he was still
swearing.

I trust the Lord will reward him for our breakfast.

LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL.

feet, and ran around the room as though he was frightened; but he was quieted when we informed him we were friends.

The cause of his fright was, he had shot a panther a few nights before, and he thought its mate had jumped upon him.

He asked us what we wanted; we told him we wished to stop with him all night, and would like something to eat. He informed us we might lay on the floor as he did, but that he had not a mouthful for us to eat, as he had to depend on his gun to get breakfast for his family in the morning. So we lay on the bare floor, and slept through a long, rainy night, which was pretty hard after walking sixty miles without anything to eat. That was the hardest day's work of my life.

The man's name was Williams. He was in the mob in Jackson County; and after the Saints were driven out, he, with many others, went south.

We got up in the morning and walked in the rain twelve miles to the house of a man named Bemon, who was also one of the mob from Jackson County. They were about sitting down to breakfast as we came in.

In those days it was the custom of the Missourians to ask you to eat even if they intended to cut your throat as soon as you got through; so he asked us to take breakfast, and we were very glad of the invitation.

He knew we were "Mormons;" and as soon as we began to eat he began to swear about the "Mormons." He had a large platter of bacon and eggs, and plenty of bread on the table, and his swearing did not hinder our eating, for the harder he swore the harder we ate, until we got our stomachs full; then we arose from the table, took our hats, thanked him for our breakfast, and the last we heard of him he was still swearing.

I trust the Lord will reward him for our breakfast.