about four in the afternoon
You have seen the portrait of her that mother has . You know how delicately flower-like her beauty was , how like a lily , with a purity and an innocence to disarm any villainy . Thirty families had halted at the mill the day before , the mob checking their advance at that point . All was quiet until about four in the afternoon . We were camped on either side of Shoal Creek . Children were playing freely about while their mothers and fathers worked at the little affairs of a pilgrimage like that . Most of them had then been three months on the road , enduring incredible hardships for the sake of their religion -- for him you believe to be a bad , common man .