Fifteen Years in Hell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 177 pages of information about Fifteen Years in Hell.

Fifteen Years in Hell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 177 pages of information about Fifteen Years in Hell.
During one of my uneasy wanderings I went to Hartford City, Indiana.  Hartford “City,” like all other cities In the land, has a full supply of saloons.  With a view of advertising myself I had my friends announce on the second day after my arrival that I would deliver a political speech.  This speech was listened to by an immense crowd, and heartily praised by the party whose principles I advocated.  I was puffed up with the enthusiasm of the people, and repaired with some of the local leaders to a saloon to take a drink in honor of the occasion.  The drink taken by me as usual wrought havoc.  I wanted more, as I always do when I take one drink, and I got more.  I got more than enough, too, as I always do.  On the way home with a gentleman whom I knew, I fell into a ditch, but was extricated with difficulty, and finally carried to the house of a friend.  My clothes were wet and covered with mud.  After sleeping awhile I got up and stole from the house very much as a thief would have sneaked away.  I was fairly started on another spree, and for three weeks I drank heavily and constantly.  Sometime during the third week of my debauch I received a telegram stating that my brother was dead.  The suddenness and terrible nature of the news caused me to become sober at once.  It was just at twilight when I received the telegram, and there was no train until nine o’clock the next morning.  That night seemed like an age to me.  I never closed my eyes in sleep, but lay in my bed weak and terror-stricken, waiting for the morning.  It came at last, for the longest night will end in day.  I got on the train and sat down by a window.  I was so weak and nervous that I could not hold a cup in my hand.  But I wanted no more liquor.  The terrible news of the previous day had frightened away all desire for drink.  I had not ridden far when I was seized with palpitation of the heart.  The sudden cessation from all stimulants had left my system in a condition to resist nothing, and when my heart lost its regular action, the chances were that I could not survive.  All day I drew my breath with painful difficulty, and thought that each respiration would be the last.  I raised the car window and put out my head so that the rushing air would strike my face, and this revived me.  When I got home my brother was buried.  I had left him a few days before in good health and proud in his strength.  I returned to find him hidden forever from my sight by the remorseless grave.  What I felt and suffered no one knew, nor can ever know.  Every night for weeks I could see my brother in life, but the cold reality of death came back to me with the light of day.  I was stunned and almost crazed by the blow, and yet there were not wanting persons who, incapable of a deep pang of sorrow, said that I did not care.  Could they have been made to suffer for one night the agony which I endured for weeks they would learn to feel for the miseries of others, and at the same time have a knowledge of what sufferings the human heart is capable.

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