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peace which Garrison never forgave.
The Mayor thereupon devoted his energies to helping Garrison to make good his escape from the mob. Garrison was induced to get out of a rear window, and one of the sheriffs, in order to persuade the crowd to disperse, announced that Garrison had escaped.
The crowd, however, got on his track and followed after him. It came up with him in a carpenter's shop.
The crowd was made up of both friends and foes.
“On seeing me,” continues Garrison, “three or four of the rioters, uttering a yell, furiously dragged me to the window, with the intention of hurling me from that height to the ground; but one of them relented and said--‘ Don't let us kill him outright.’
So they drew me back, and coiled a rope about my body-probably to drag me through the streets.
I bowed to the mob, and requesting them to wait patiently until I could descend, went down upon a ladder that was raised for that purpose.
I fortunately extricated myself from the rope, and was seized by two or three powerful men, to whose firmness, policy, and muscular energy I am probably indebted for my preservation.
They led me along bareheaded (for I had ”
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