The Sun.
London, England, 1856-10-11 00:00:00

By about 9 o'clock we reached Leavenworth city.
It would excite a smile if I were to describe the
aspect of this " city" of loghouses and wooden
shanties ; as it would if I were I to narrate the
strange adventures incident to Western travel.
But that is beside my purpose. The majority of the
passengers, with myself, landed. A great crowd
received us, all evidently eager with expectation
and excitement. To my astonishment, the moment
after landing I perceived that the older gentleman
whom I had seen on the hurricane-deck was a pri-
soner. Surrounded by a number of persons, includ-
ing. the United States' officers, he was led off towards
11/I‘Carty's Hotel, my purposed place of stay.
" Who's that they've got there ?"• " Who's that
been caught, eh?" were the eager questions put on
many sides. " It's Governor Robinson' been
brought round from Lawrence by way of Kansas
city," was the reply of one in the crowd. " Go-
vernor Robinson, Governor Robinson? Who taught
you. to call that infernal nigger stealer Governor,
I should like to know," was the instantaneous
rejoinder. "Say the word again, and I will blow
your brains out for an. Abolition traitor ; he is
Doctor Robinson, and nothing else ; that's what
he is, and he shan't be that long. It's time we'd
got rid of these dog-gauned Abolitionists." Thus
surrounded by the menaces and imprecations of a
savage mob, the ex-Governor was led up the steep
road which conducted to the small wooden house
known as 11Pearty's Hotel.

I followed, and, first inquiring for my own ac-
couamodation, was met -by the answer that if I
would come in again at night I might take a chance
of a place on the floor. This was sufficiently un-
promising. I then wont to a larger house, the
head-quarters of the Pro-slavery party, but met no
better reception. Leaving, therefore, the question
of accommodation, I returned to WOorty's, where
I was informed I could get a meal. The ex-
avernor Robinson I found in the front room of
th© hone* ; he was standing up, and was being put
through a close examination by those in the room.
A greater crowd collected outside the open windows
and door, and as I mixed among this crowd I heard
the constantly-repeated expressions, " Let us got
hold of him ; d—d. if we don't carve him out,
monstrous quick. The bangin' bone villain, he
.may say his prayers mighty smart now. I'll be
dog-gauned if we don't string him up afore the
day's out. He ought to have a shot through his
head directly--that's how I'd carve him."
Sick of hearing such expressions, filled with the
vilest oaths I went into the office of the hotel and
sat down on a vacant chair to meditate and to ob-
serve. In the corner of the room, in place et
trunks and travelling-bags, were rifles and double-
barrels, dirks and sticks, of that weight and calibre
which only a Western American thinks of carrying.
The clerk and the persons passing in and out had
nothing to speak of but " the fighting." On the
counter were papers, heading their columns with
the words—" War to the knife." Everything
around was suggestive of warfare and bloodshed. 1
had sat for a few minutes, when there entered a
man—a Southerner by his very looks. " Hand me
a pair out of them hundred pistols I left with you,
Captain, were the words which, with a slow drawl-
ing voice, he addressed to the clerk at the counter.
Then, glancing his cool eye at me and another in
the room, and feeling probablysthat we might de-
sire an explanation, he slowly added—" I've just
had a turn down here with a d—d Freesoiler."
We still looked inquiringly, and as he adjusted his
pistols in his belt be proceeded for our satisfaction
—" I'd got nothing with me. I didn't ought to
have left these here tools behind this morning, any-
how. I didn't leave him though till I made him
give in. He came out with his cursed abolitionism.
I settled him, though, mighty quick. I just put
my hand behind me, like this, pretending I had got
my pistols with me • and so, with my hand upon
them, as he reckoned, he didn't stand out long.
But I felt mighty queer, I tell you. Still I wasn't
goin' to stand his sarcy talk, in course ; BO I jest
shut him up, mighty quick." By this time the
pistols were adjusted, and as he walked out their
valiant wearer continued a kind of soliloquy—
, " reckon I'm fixed now ! They won't be so