mobbers were wounded. The first one killed among the defenders was Augustus
Anderson, a "Mormon" boy fourteen years old. He left his mother that
morning saying he would fight for her, and went along with his father,
Captain William Anderson. Augustus was struck by a cannon ball, and died in
a few minutes. Shortly after Captain Anderson was also hit.

"I am wounded," he cried. "Take my gun and shoot on."

David Norris was also killed, and a number of other brethren wounded.

For six days that little band of brave defenders kept the mob at bay; and
even when it was seen to be useless to keep the fight up longer, many were
in favor of doing so.

On the 16th a treaty was made. The city was to surrender. The citizens were
not to be molested, and the sick and helpless were to be protected. The
"Mormons" were to leave as soon as possible.

The mob forces entered the city on the 17th; but it was the same old story.
They thought no more of promises or of the treaty. Bands of men went
through the city, stealing, insulting, and in every way abusing the people.
A gang went through the temple and up to the tower where they rang the
bell, yelled and shouted. A preacher who was in the mob went up to the top
of the tower and cried in a loud voice:

"Peace! peace! peace! to the inhabitants of the earth, now the 'Mormons'
are driven!"

The poor Saints had to get away as fast as they could. Some went north,
some south, but most of them crossed the river and camped on the low