While I was leaning out of the window, Kline fired a pistol at me, but the shot went too high; the ball broke the glass just above my head. I was talking to Gorsuch at the time. I seized a gun and aimed it at Gorsuch’s breast, for he evidently had instigated Kline to fire; but Pinckney caught my arm and said, “Don’t shoot.” The gun went off, just grazing Gorsuch’s shoulder. Another conversation then ensued between Gorsuch, Kline, and myself, when another one of the party fired at me but missed. Dickinson Gorsuch, I then saw, was preparing to shoot; and I told him if he missed, I would show him where shooting first came from. I asked them to consider what they would have done, had they been in our position. “I know you want to kill us,” I said, “for you have shot at us time and again. We have only fired twice, although we have guns and ammunition, and could kill you all if we would, but we do not want to shed blood.” “If you do not shoot any more,” then said Kline, “I will stop my men from firing.” They then ceased for a time. This was about sunrise. Mr. Gorsuch now said,--“Give up and let me have my property. Hear what the Marshal says; the Marshal is your friend. He advises you to give up without more fuss, for my property I will have.” I denied that I had his property when he replied, “You have my men.” “Am I your man?” I asked. “No.” I then called Pinckney forward. “Is that your man?” “No.” Abraham Johnson I called next, but Gorsuch said he was not his man. The only plan left was to call both Pinckney and Johnson again; for had I called the others, he would have recognized them, for they were his slaves. Abraham Johnson said, “Does such a shrivelled up old slaveholder as you own such a nice, genteel young man as I am?” At this Gorsuch took offence, and charged me with dictating his language. I then told him there were but five of us, which he denied, and still insisted that I had his property. One of the party then attacked the Abolitionists, affirming that, although they declared there could not be property in man, the Bible was conclusive authority in favor of property in human flesh. “Yes,” said Gorsuch, “does not the Bible say, ‘Servants, obey your masters’?” I said that it did, but the same Bible said, “Give unto your servants that which is just and equal.” At this stage of the proceedings, we went into a mutual Scripture inquiry, and bandied views in the manner of garrulous old wives. When I spoke of duty to servants, Gorsuch said, “Do you know that?” “Where,” I asked, “do you see it in Scripture that a man should traffic in his brother’s blood?” “Do you call a nigger my brother?” said Gorsuch. “Yes,” said I. “William,” said Samuel Thompson, “he has been a class-leader.” When Gorsuch heard that, he hung his head, but said nothing. We then all joined in singing,--