driving me away from the place, or, possibly, of doing something
worse; but while they were howling outside, the landlord sent me to
my room and then went out and told the crowd I had gone away.

The next morning I boldly walked up to Scheimer's house to get a few
books and other things I had left there, and I saw Sarah. I told her
to be ready on the following Thursday night and I would have a
ladder against her window for her to escape by. She promised to be
ready. Meantime, though I had been in the house but a few minutes,
some one who had seen me go in gathered the crowd of the day before,
and the first thing I knew the house was beseiged. Mrs. Scheimer had
gone up stairs for my things. I went out and faced the little mob. I
was told to leave the place or they would kill me. One of Sarah's
brothers ran into the house, brought out a musket and aimed it at
me; but it missed fire. I drew my pistol the crowd keeping well away
then, and told him that if he did not instantly bring that musket to
me I would shoot him. He brought it, and I threw it over the fence,
Sarah crying out from the window, "good! good!" The mob then turned
and abused and blackguarded her. Then the old lady came out,
bringing a carpet bag containing my books and things, asking me to
see if "it was all right." I had no disposition to stop and examine
just then; I told the mob I had no other business there; that I was
going away, and to my surprise, I confess, I was permitted to leave
the place unmolested.

It is quite certain the ferryman made no objection to my crossing,
and I went to Belvidere where I remained quietly till the appointed
Thursday night, when I started with a trusty man for Scheimer's. We
timed our journey so as to arrive there at one o'clock in the
morning. Ever since her attempt to elope, Sarah had been watched