I got to Enterprise at night.  I stayed all night with Mrs. Hoffman and next morning, I went down to a dive kept by a man named Stillings.  He had closed to go out to a baseball game.  The door was locked, so I broke the front glass and climbed in.  Several ladies were on the outside, and were friendly to my smashing.  I broke the place up.  There were twelve cases of beer and I destroyed them and piled them up in the center of the room on the floor.  At the close, the marshal came in, took me out and would not let me break up the other dive near by.  Neither did he arrest me.

I came down on the corner of the street that night, to tell the people why I did this, when Stillings passed, cursing and shaking his fist at me, saying:  “My wife will settle you.”  Just then a furious woman came around the corner, rushed up to me and struck me a fearful blow in the eye, then ran to her husband, Stillings, and in a frantic manner said:  “I have done what you asked me, now let us go home.”  I stopped speaking long enough to go into a meat shop and have a piece of fresh meat bound on my eye, which was already very dark and painful.  Then I finished my address on the street, and went up to a meeting in the church, gave an address, and we organized a society to smash saloons, if they did not close.  Next morning we went down the street in a body, Mrs. Hoffman and other women, and the other dive keeper talked to us and promised to go out of business.  This Stillings came to me again cursing and threatening, saying:  “His wife would fix me.”  Although this man was disturbing the peace, disorderly and dangerous, no one offered to arrest him.  He held me, while four women ran from some place with whips and sticks.  One beat me with her fist, another with a whip, one with a raw-hide, while one pulled my hair and kicked me into the gutter, nearly killing me.

I said:  “Women, will you let me be murdered.”  For although there were men and women present, not one did a thing, until at last, an old lady, the mother of the saloon-keeper’s wife, picked up a brick and said:  “If anyone strikes that woman again I will hit them with this.”  Then all rushed to defend me.

I was almost breathless.  My hair was down, much of it being pulled out.  I went home with my friend, Mrs. Hoffman.  These parties were arrested.  The trial brought out the fact that this dive-keeper, Stillings, had hired these women.  To the gambler’s wife he was to give twenty-five dollars, to use the raw-hide.  Two women were prostitutes, whom this Stillings had brought to town for this purpose.  They were fined a small sum, and the whole of them given a few hours to leave town.

My body was bruised and sore.  My limbs were striped with bruises; but I was only disabled two days.