Iremembergoingtothearsenalonthe9thofMay，takingmychildrenwithmeinthestreet—cars。Withinthearsenalwallweredrawnupinparallellinesfourregimentsofthe\"HomeGuards，\"andIsawmendistributingcartridgestotheboxes。IalsosawGeneralLyonrunningaboutwithhishairinthewind，hispocketsfullofpapers，wildandirregular，butIknewhimtobeamanofvehementpurposeandofdeterminedaction。Isawofcoursethatitmeantbusiness，butwhetherfordefenseoroffenseIdidnotknow。ThenextmorningIwentuptotherailroad—officeinBremen，asusual，andheardateverycornerofthestreetsthatthe\"Dutch\"weremovingonCampJackson。Peoplewerebarricadingtheirhouses，andmenwererunninginthatdirection。IhurriedthroughmybusinessasquicklyasIcould，andgotbacktomyhouseonLocustStreetbytwelveo’clock。CharlesEwingandHunterwerethere，andinsistedongoingouttothecamptosee\"thefun。\"Itriedtodissuadethem，sayingthatincaseofconflictthebystandersweremorelikelytobekilledthanthemenengaged，buttheywouldgo。I
feltasmuchinterestasanybodyelse，butstaidathome，tookmylittlesonWillie，whowasaboutsevenyearsold，andwalkedupanddownthepavementinfrontofourhouse，listeningforthesoundofmusketryorcannoninthedirectionofCampJackson。WhilesoengagedMissElizaDean，wholivedoppositeus，calledmeacrossthestreet，toldmethatherbrother—in—law，Dr。Scott，wasasurgeoninFrost’scamp，andshewasdreadfullyafraidhewouldbekilled。IreasonedwithherthatGeneralLyonwasaregularofficer;thatifhehadgoneout，asreported，toCampJackson，hewouldtakewithhimsuchaforceaswouldmakeresistanceimpossible;butshewouldnotbecomforted，sayingthatthecampwasmadeupoftheyoungmenfromthefirstandbestfamiliesofSt。Louis，andthattheywereproud，andwouldfight。Iexplainedthatyoungmenofthebestfamiliesdidnotliketobekilledbetterthanordinarypeople。Edginggraduallyupthestreet，IwasinOliveStreetjustaboutTwelfth，whenIsawamanrunningfromthedirectionofCampJacksonatfullspeed，calling，ashewent，\"They’vesurrendered，they’vesurrendered！\"SoIturnedbackandrangthebellatMrs。Dean’s。Elizacametothedoor，andI
explainedwhatIhadheard;butsheangrilyslammedthedoorinmyface！Evidentlyshewasdisappointedtofindshewasmistakeninherestimateoftherashcourageofthebestfamilies。
IagainturnedinthedirectionofCampJackson，myboyWilliewithmestill。AttheheadofOliveStreet，abreastofLindell’sGrove，IfoundFrankBlair’sregimentinthestreet，withranksopened，andtheCampJacksonprisonersinside。Acrowdofpeoplewasgatheredaround，callingtotheprisonersbyname，somehurrahingforJeffDavis，andothersencouragingthetroops。Men，women，andchildren，wereinthecrowd。IpassedalongtillIfoundmyselfinsidethegrove，whereImetCharlesEwingandJohnHunter，andwestoodlookingatthetroopsontheroad，headingtowardthecity。
Abandofmusicwasplayingatthehead，andthecolumnmadeoneortwoineffectualstarts，butforsomereasonwashalted。Thebattalionofregularswasabreastofme，ofwhichMajorRufusSaxtonwasincommand，andIgavehimaneveningpaper，whichIhadboughtofthenewsboyonmywayout。Hewasreadingfromitsomepieceofnews，sittingonhishorse，whenthecolumnagainbegantomoveforward，andheresumedhisplaceattheheadofhiscommand。