History of the Prophet Joseph, by His MotherSmith, Lucy
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History of the Prophet Joseph, by His Mother
Smith, Lucy
Smith, Joseph, Jr., 1805-1844
of arms, and thrust into the 'bull pen'--in order to prevent them
from giving their testimony." After Doniphan sat down, the judge
permitted the witness to be sworn, and enter upon his testimony.
But so soon as he began to speak, a man by the name of Cook, who
was a brother-in-law to priest Bogard, the Methodist, and who was
a lieutenant, and whose place at that time was to superintend the
guard, stepped in before the pretended court, and took him by the
nape of his neck, and jammed his head down under the pole or log of
wood that was placed up around the place where the inquisition was
sitting, to keep the by-standers from intruding upon the majesty
of the inquisitors, and jammed him along to the door, and kicked
him out of doors. He instantly turned to some soldiers, who were
standing by him, and said to them, "Go and shoot him, d--n him,
shoot him, d--n him."
The soldiers ran after the man to shoot him--he fled for his life,
and with great difficulty made his escape. The pretended court
immediately arose, and we were ordered to be carried to Liberty,
Clay county, and there to be thrust into jail. We endeavored to
find out for what cause, but, all that we could learn was, because
we were "Mormons." The next morning a large wagon drove up to the
door, and a blacksmith came into the house with some chains and
handcuffs. He said his orders from the judge were to handcuff us,
and chain us together. He informed us that the judge had made out
a mittimus, and sentenced us to jail for treason; he also said,
the judge had done this, that we might not get bail; he also said
the judge stated his intention to keep us in jail, until all
the "Mormons" were driven out of the state; he also said that
the judge had further stated, that if he let us out before the
"Mormons" had left the state, that we would not let them leave,
and there would be another d--d fuss kicked up. I also heard the
judge say myself, whilst he was sitting in his pretended court,
that there was no law for us, nor the "Mormons" in the state of
Missouri; that he had sworn to see them exterminated, and to see
the Governor's order executed to the very letter, and that he
would do so; however, the blacksmith proceeded, and put the irons
upon us, and we were ordered into the wagon, and were driven off
for Clay county, and as we journeyed along on the road, we were
exhibited to the inhabitants. And this course was adopted all
the way, thus making a public exhibition of us, until we arrived
at Liberty, Clay county. There we were thrust into prison again,
and locked up, and were held there in close confinement for the
space of six months, and our place of lodging was the square side
of a hewed white oak log, and our food was anything but good and
decent. Poison was administered to us three or four times; the
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