The night was spent by Lydia in one long, anxious prayer. The next morning, the 1st of November, dawned cool and bright. With the morning came Newel. He brought the sad news that the Patriarch and Brother Amasa Lyman were taken prisoners and removed to the enemy's camp. "Newel, how will this end? My heart is torn with anxious fears, and yet the Spirit tells me all will yet be well." "God grant it, Lydia," replied her husband. "What is the meaning of all this? Look from the window! Here is an army marching upon us. Good by and God protect you, I must go, for there is the signal for us to gather at the public square." So saying, he hastily snatched his rifle from the wall and rushed to the square, where the signal drum was beating long and loud. On arriving there he was commanded by Gen. Lucas to give up his arms. He replied, "Sir, my rifle is my own private property, no one has a right to demand it from me." "Lay down your arms, you rascal, or I will have you shot." Full of righteous indignation, the helpless man complied, seeing that many of his brethren were also disarmed. Their leaders were gone but they were true Saints. And were they not also free-born American citizens? As the men rushed into the public square they were all forced to obey the summary command "Give up your arms!" When all were assembled, they were compelled at the point of the bayonet to sign a deed of trust of all their (the "Mormons'") possessions to Gen. Lucas to defray the expenses of this unholy war. This unrighteous deed being accomplished, and all the men of the town being placed under guard, the mob swarmed out into the town, pillaging, foraging, insulting women and abusing little children. Stock were shot down and left on the streets to rot. Fields were destroyed, houses were searched, everything of any value was taken and any one who dared to remonstrate was brutally threatened with murder. Every house was searched for the men who were at the tragedy of Crooked river. At last three ruffians came to Lydia's door, and one who seemed to be the leader asked: "Have you any men in the house?" "You have our men under guard," answered the fearless woman. "Have you any man in the house?" "I tell you, my husband is on the public square a prisoner." "Have you any arms in the house?" "My husband took his rifle with him." The little children seeing the ferocious men, were frightened and commenced to cry. "Sir, go away from here, do you not see how frightened my little ones are?" "Well, have you no men or arms in the house?" "I tell you again my husband is a prisoner on the square, and he took his rifle with him." "Upon my word, at least you've got plenty of Mormon blood and to spare." So abruptly speaking he turned away and they all left the house, leaving the brave but trembling woman whispering to her children, "God rules!"