Among the brethren that had been in Kansas from its first settlement, and whom we have not mentioned, were John and Jacob Graves, brothers from Tennessee, who have since grown rich in worldly goods, and richer still in good works.  There were also Brethren Landrum and Schell, and many others whom we can not name.  In the fall of 1857 came Lewis Brockman, who loved the church more than he loved his own life.  He was brother to that Col.  Thomas Brockman conspicuous in the Mormon war in Illinois, which resulted in the exodus of the Mormons to Salt Lake, there to build up a kingdom that cherishes a deadly and undying hatred to the United States, its people, and its institutions.  Norman Dunshee, now Professor in Drake University, Des Moines, Iowa, also came to Kansas from the Western Reserve Eclectic Institute at Hiram, O., in the fall of 1859, and settled at Pardee.  Dr. S. G. Moore, of Camp Point, 111., who came in the spring of 1857, was brother-in-law to Peter Garrett; and these two men were of one heart and one soul in their aspirations for a larger liberality on the part of Disciples and a better order of things in our churches; but they had to take up the sad refrain so oft repeated:  “We have found the Old Adam too strong for the young Melancthon.”  Dr. Moore was a man that, when he knew he was in the right, pushed his enterprises with such a rigorous purpose as sometimes to alienate from himself men who might have been won by a more complaisant temper.  His stay in Kansas was limited.  The dwelling in which he lived was struck by lightning, and Bro. and Sister Moore were seriously injured.  From these injuries Sister Moore has never fully recovered.  With broken health she became homesick, and pined to be among her kindred.  Moreover, a valuable farm that Dr. Moore had sold at Camp Point fell back into his hands, and he felt constrained to return to Illinois in 1861.  With such elements of power the reader will not think it strange that we should go to work with a will to recover the ground we had lost in this social and political turmoil and religious inaction.

The writer did not travel much abroad this summer; he found too much to do at home.  We had meetings every Lord’s day, and had frequent additions by letter and by baptism.  One day, as my manner was, I gave an invitation to sinners to obey the gospel.  There had been no indication, however remote, that any would desire baptism; but my daughter, Rosetta, now thirteen years of age, came forward and demanded to be baptized.  Two years before I had brought her, then eleven years of age, with her mother, to Kansas.  Some part of this time we had spent in the very presence of death; and Rosetta and her mother would not have thought it strange if a company of men had come into the house at night with murderous intent.  I have not told in these “Recollections” how many times I felt it expedient to be away from home; and then Rosetta was her mother’s only companion.  Of young company such as girls usually