Manuscripts/Mixed Material [J. F. Smith]
When the man all left Judge Myers came up to my father an put his hand on his shoulder and said “Joe you have got to get out of here before you are killed. Now I will escort you to Clinton and you and your family can take the train there and go farther south where you will be safe.” My father told him he was a slave owner and that he had already sent all but a very few of his slaves south so they could be taken care of, [that?] he could not desert the people who had confidence in him at a time like that, he would have to shoulder his gun and do his bit to win the war. That it was lawful to buy slaves and to sue them when he first began business and in fact he had bought some of his from Northers speculators, that the Government tolerated that, and now since the southers farmers had their money invested in slaves they wanted them freed. He also thanked Judge Myers for saving his life but under the existing circumstances he would be forced to stay and fight [for?] his rights. Judge Myers begged him still farther to leave but he still refused. My father's parting words to the Judge was that he was glad to have such a man as he for a friend and although they were separated in opinion and would probably fight in battle against each other if the war went that far, but he would always consider him as his friend and have a friendly feeling for him.
After this my father, brother Will, Clem and Joe, two cousins and three brother-in-laws and three Uncles went to war, [leaving?] us there with the few slaves to take care of the plantation. That was the last time I ever saw my father, brother Will, one of my cousins and one of ny brother-in-laws and one uncle. My brother Will, brother-in-law and cousin was killed in the battle at Lone Jack, Missouri. They were buried some time before me knew they were killed. My father, brother Joe and Clem, one brother-in-law and Uncle got separated from the others and did not know of the tragedy for some time. Later that year my father was wounded and an uncle killed at Mansfield, Missouri. That was the last raid General Price made through there. A lady living there by the name of Lindsay that knew our family had him taken to [?] house. (Her husband was also fighting for the South and was is another part of the state at that time.)