e arrangements of the
police, for they was his men and were to be let alone.Just as I came there I learned that a party of the mob had pursued and came very near overtaking Col Backenstos our sheriff, who had gone down among them, to restore peace with the intention of killing him.But he fortunately met with the assistance of two men one of whom upon his orders fired and killed one man, who proved to be the famous mobocrat Captain F. Worrell, who was sergeant of the guard at the jail when Joseph [and] Hyrum were assassinated at Carthage and was leagued with the assassins and had the guards guns loaded with blank cartrages.Thus fell one of that fiendish gang of desperadoes & one of the worst enemies we had who was a ready tool to be sent by Col Levi Williams, the leader of the mob to execute his nefarious purposes.they took him into one of their wagons and all retreatedThis saved the life of the sheriffI went from thence to the Temple and there it was decided that There be a
guard kept night & day
around the Temple and that no stranger be allowed to come within the Square of the Temple Lot, and also that there be 4 large lanterns made for the purpose and placed about 25 feet from each corner of the Temple to keep a light by night for the convenience of the guardI immediately gave orders to have the lanturns made and then met the police as usual and detailed a regular Temple guard and put them under the command of Duncan McArthur, and then ordered Capt J. D. Hunter to guard the Nauvoo House with a part of his fur Company and thus relieve the "old Police somewhatJust after dark Genl Miller went with a party of about one hundred men with the sheriff to take his family from Carthage to Nauvoo as she was in the hands of the mob party.I went from the Temple to Br. Harmons & then went with him to A. Stouts and saw Genl Brigham Young who gave us orders to stop the firing of guns after nightwe then went home with him to see if the cannon was allright w
hich were taken to his house
finding it was we went to Br Harmons and Br J. H. Glines took a horse & buggy and brought me home at 11 oclock.
[source: Diaries of Hosea Stout]
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