for it, and begged him for at least one swallow.  He opened the bottle and held it to my lips, and I saw that the bottle was full of blood.  Again and again did he deceive me.  Exhausted at last, I sank down in the snow and begged for death to come and end my life, but instead, a company of citizens of Rushville, whom I knew, gathered around me and a glass of whisky was handed to me.  I saw that everyone present held a similar glass in his hand, which, at a given word, was raised to the mouth.  I hastened to drink, but while they drained their glasses, I could not get a drop from mine.  I looked more closely at the glass and discovered that there were two thicknesses to it, and that the liquor was contained between them.  I studied how I could break the glass and not spill the whisky, and begged and plead with the men to have mercy on me.  I got out into the woods four or five miles from Rushville, and wandered about in the snow, but all around and above me were the universal and eternal voices threatening me.  A thousand visions came and went; a thousand tortures consumed me; a thousand hopes sustained me.

I quit the woods pursued by winged and cloven-footed fiends, and ran to the house of Andy Hinchman.  He received and gave me shelter until morning, when he carried me back home in his buggy.  I had no more than got into his house when it was surrounded by my tormentors.  They raised the windows and commenced throwing lassos at me, in order, as they said, to catch me and drag me out that they might kill me.  I sat up in my chair until daylight, fighting them off with both hands.  All these terrible torments were, I repeat, realities, intensified over the ordinary realities of life a hundred fold.  I had wandered to and fro, as I have described, but the people, the angels and the devils were alike the phantasmagoria of my diseased mind.  For one week after the night last mentioned, I had no use of either arm.  I had so frozen my feet that I could not put on my boots.  Mr. Hinchman kindly loaned me a pair that I succeeded, although with great pain, in drawing on, for they were three sizes larger than I was in the habit of wearing.  The devils were still with me, but I had moments of reason when I could banish them from my mind.  On our way to town they rode on top of the buggy and clung to the spokes of the wheels, and whirled over and over with dizzy revolutions.  How they fought, and cursed, and shrieked!  When I got to my room it was the same, and for days I was surrounded the greater part of the time with demons as numberless as those seen in the fancy of the mighty poet of a Lost Paradise marshaled under the infernal ensign of Lucifer on the fiery and blazing plains of hell!  For more than one month after the madness left me I was afraid to sleep in a room alone, and the least sound would fill me with fear.  I ran when none pursued, and hid when no one was in search of me.  My sleep was fitful and full of terrible dreams, and my days were days of unrest and anguish unspeakable.