Act v — The Reckoning

Francis Higbee’s letter to his neighbors. Arise in the majesty of your strength. The August election approaches. This is the dreadful conflict.

One hundred men. Scattered type. The flames consuming truth. Three days later, they printed their last word with fire. Seventeen days later, Carthage.

They burned the press but not the truth. Lo, it is sudden day. The dark deeds of foul fiends shall be exposed from the house-tops. A departed spirit cries for vengeance.