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Show upon heanng his name. They just iZ r figine was not over. I s fnend Joseph was in jail at omeTv ""dto do someth.ng about it. As the discouraged discour-aged Saints begn their eastward PoT 11 inois.a"envily armed !r A kWe11 headcd south towards Liberty Jail. It was snowing when Port arrived ar-rived at Liberty. It was late after-noon after-noon a gray, dark December day. r!. JClldcrn dodtrers and strips of dried beef in his saddle bags, and a well-worn buffalo robe draped across the front of his saddle. (To be continuod) l rTTsiLmod over his now farm to Ver the state's cost to quell Mormon insurrection. He :k J statement that he would i,t8teboforetheendoftho "V Rut Port did not surrender all jUst one. The other two, with his Bowie knife, he 'Wyed up in an oil cloth and KL didn't object when Port .need he was taking her and f I little girls home to Luana's in Independence. Instead fli "he Saints at Far West, if Zbe had remained in Inde-Kence Inde-Kence where he got along suffi-f suffi-f t weil with his non-Mormon Vhbors that they determined fL extermination order did not to Bcebe. treturned to Far West where rfamYoungwasorganizingthe for the winter trek eastward Quincy, Illinois. Port helped his parents load hat few belongings they had into , wagon. His father was short of th and constantly coughing, ot in any condition for a 300 mile journey through the snow and cold, jfjthmostofthesummercropsnot hirvested.food supplies were criti-ally criti-ally short. Besides parched corn, there was little to eat. Under cover of darkness, Port j(g up his guns and knife. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the stiff oil cloth. His weapons fere still there. He secreted the rans and knife under his coat, the old steel feeling good against his nrm skin. With the guns under lis belt he felt comfortable and jecurefor the first time in weeks. Port thought it odd that his newfound new-found skills with his weapons had jot been tested during the Far Test skirmishes and conflicts. He lad ridden with the Mormon troops on several occasions, but always seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when hostilities hos-tilities erupted. His new-found skills with a gun still remained mostly untested. It was one thing to shoot chips of wood and silver dollars, dol-lars, but another to stand toe to toe with an enemy and start shooting. Portwas still haunted with memo-riesof memo-riesof the Big Blue andbeingroped in the outhouse. He had to keep reminding himself that he had changed, that the boy who had been roped in the outhouse had been left behind in Jackson County, that the lessons learned at the feet of Sylvester Pussy had somehow changed him. The Missourians |